MIA.

Yeah
Another day
For real
Yeah

For my brothers got the kilo's for women got the Tito's
Bagging all my chips collect the cheese I call it Cheetos (Whew)
Beats I gotta wreck while all my hoes be on the DLow
Put they ass to dust just like some Keef but no Faneto
Yeah and they affected by my growth so they been stunting on a Negro
Exactly how it's suppose to be these bitches can't get over me
Communicating lacking but on the mic I speak socially
I'm the one who really run the town can see the HOV in me
I been stuck up on my Ps and Qs
Why they watch my every move
Plotting with my opps
Gone do a sweep then call it stick and move (Phew)
Mother fuck a gun they just some bitches with a fucking tool
And fuck a gang got better shit to do I got a lot to lose (Yeah)
Like J I took some L's but kept it cool
My foot just wouldn't fit the shoe
Skeletons I'm keeping in my closest they can't leave the room
Yeah got a lot up on my mind and a lot to analyze
This is for my guys who for the ride and fuck the other side (Yeah)
The time they let it fly I could never I'm always on the grind
That's why they all behind
Ain't a race if my start the finish line (Whew)
Just know I got more bars than a stool the flow is ginuwine
(Just know I got more bars than a stool the flow is ginuwine)
Yeah hold up now just wait a minute
Why you all up in my business (What)
Catching flights ain't catching feelings
Cut her off can't do the dealings
Yeah stack my money to the ceiling
Plenty fish I started fishing
Twenty twenty kept the vision
Started rapping best decision (Skurt)

They won't give me a listen give a fuck the hate the new tradition
Don't gotta choice I gotta ballistic critics too offensive
When you're in this position I'll admit it's a different feeling
Mindful of my blessings never flexing never saw the meaning
Gotta do it big like a XXL but I'm not a freshman
Huncho imma veteran
It ain't tatted on my face like MGK but I'm a wild boy
He simpin' I be Pippen like I'm Scottie he a towel boy
Yeah certain shit just gotta give talking bout the way we live
Problems all around won't understand I always keep it civ
Instead I just go work on the cadence blocking out the hatred
Look up on they face when I make it bar I gotta raise it
Yeah say we gotta problem solve it some call me a workaholic
Some call me a alcoholic take me back to where it started
Yeah call it as I see it then gone try to lie don't get me started
Circle small cause I'm a target (Yeah)
Circle small I call it target
I'm running up a check again back at the bottom
Them the times they wanna holla when you offer some dollars
Not a father in the picture so my grind is the hardest (Yeah)
When they tell me go to distance know I'm going the farthest
Yeah kush know gotta roll up
Drink yeah I gotta pour up
Sleeping I was Lamborghini dreaming (Ha)
Yeah I had the door up
Don't even gotta tell em
Cause they know my momma raised a soldier
Rockiest of roads it made a nigga get bolder yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Made Smoove
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