All I Need, Pt. 2
Been working overtime, overtime
I, been working overtime
Ooh, mm
Been working overtime, every 9-5
I apologize for my compromise, Imma get it though
Sipping 42 in the '42 beamer
In my palace, purple in the palace like the Mona Lisa
Play me like a game, treat me like a fool
It's a lot of chickens in your coop, but I'm laying low
Fresh up out the sea, I'm coming up
Feeling like a sponge without a spatula
I soak it up, dry out the contents I ain't care at all
Small world with tall walls, I'm coming up
Snakeskin Giuseppe's when I walk, with red bottoms
I got 99 other problems, I'm tryna solve em
After all these years we fight the same
Last time I checked, broken crayons still write the same
Fly out to the palms just to feel this sane to ease the pain
Over and over again
Your name is ringing in my head
I can't forget what we had
We get it's all happening
Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago
Running up these bands, now I gotta do another show
Sitting by this board, I'm just tryna do another song
Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home
Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4
Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone
Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash
I got things I gotta do, I'm tryna make this money last
Plug hittin up my phone said we got another pack
Black camry whip it like a cat driving real fast
Ion deal with all the bullshit yeah it's not in my own hands
Why you talking to me crazy we just tryna get a bag
Yeah I'm with my team uh, trapinese we t'd up
Late nights in the city, cuttin in a beamer
Why you put up with your ex when you could be with me uh
I done told ya bout a million times I'm tryna see ya
Why he flexin on the gram the shit he renting beat up
Medicated in my lungs I'm really off the green uh
Since a youngin tryna make it imma fuck the scene up
I been cooling with luh Kota we gone fuck the scene up
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago
Running up these bands now I gotta do another show
Sittin by this board I'm jus tryna do another song
Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home
Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4
Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone
Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash
I got things I gotta do I'm tryna make this money last
Over and over again
Your name is ringing in my head
I can't forget what we had
We get it's all happening
I, been working overtime
Ooh, mm
Been working overtime, every 9-5
I apologize for my compromise, Imma get it though
Sipping 42 in the '42 beamer
In my palace, purple in the palace like the Mona Lisa
Play me like a game, treat me like a fool
It's a lot of chickens in your coop, but I'm laying low
Fresh up out the sea, I'm coming up
Feeling like a sponge without a spatula
I soak it up, dry out the contents I ain't care at all
Small world with tall walls, I'm coming up
Snakeskin Giuseppe's when I walk, with red bottoms
I got 99 other problems, I'm tryna solve em
After all these years we fight the same
Last time I checked, broken crayons still write the same
Fly out to the palms just to feel this sane to ease the pain
Over and over again
Your name is ringing in my head
I can't forget what we had
We get it's all happening
Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago
Running up these bands, now I gotta do another show
Sitting by this board, I'm just tryna do another song
Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home
Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4
Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone
Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash
I got things I gotta do, I'm tryna make this money last
Plug hittin up my phone said we got another pack
Black camry whip it like a cat driving real fast
Ion deal with all the bullshit yeah it's not in my own hands
Why you talking to me crazy we just tryna get a bag
Yeah I'm with my team uh, trapinese we t'd up
Late nights in the city, cuttin in a beamer
Why you put up with your ex when you could be with me uh
I done told ya bout a million times I'm tryna see ya
Why he flexin on the gram the shit he renting beat up
Medicated in my lungs I'm really off the green uh
Since a youngin tryna make it imma fuck the scene up
I been cooling with luh Kota we gone fuck the scene up
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago
Running up these bands now I gotta do another show
Sittin by this board I'm jus tryna do another song
Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home
Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4
Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone
Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash
I got things I gotta do I'm tryna make this money last
Over and over again
Your name is ringing in my head
I can't forget what we had
We get it's all happening
Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Reece
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