AUGUST
Never ever misstep no mistakes I'm big game
No pump fake I'm big play like my name was big jay
Got bands in my suitcase need hid from the da
Got hands like a glove, you got hands like a fruitcake
I'm in second but I'm tryna get to sixth speed, come wit me
We got fruit inside the cooler come and get clean, we tipsy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts, we just have it
Cus we actin up,we ain't letting up
We gettin active and I feel just like a hippy, I'm simply
Chillin wit the homies and we strictly, get busy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts
We just have it cus we actin up
We ain't letting up
No hearsay the beer say I'm drunk as a bitch
No faking I'm faded lemme get another hit
Yeah I'm fucked up but luck ran out chasing another bitch
And the fact of the matter is I can't keep doing this
But fuck how I feel right?
Hardest pill to swallow
So I duck cus the bills tight, in a cycle chasing dollars
I just wanna pop my collar
I just wanna shower in the money
Call me funny I'm just sluggishly recovering but
I take a left then a right then I step on some more
Use my head in the nighttime when I'm doing chores
I be using these lifelines been running up the score
Swear I'm bouncin off the walls and I ain't got me no door
But fuck how I feel right hardest pill to swallow
Keep on moving never stopping
Catch me stacking up my bread
See you peeping never shoppin
Get the fuck up out the shed
If you really want the fruit
You gotta pay up what I said
The life in ya eyes, could be taken away
We got YNL Jay in the whip when we spray
It's ok, we don't play, you got 9s in ya face
Hit rewind for the plays, young Jaden taken names
I'm in second but I'm tryna get to sixth speed, come wit me
We got fruit inside the cooler come and get clean, we tipsy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts, we just have it
Cus we actin up, we ain't letting up
We gettin active and I feel just like a hippy, I'm simply
Chillin wit the homies and we strictly, get busy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts
We just have it cus we actin up
We ain't letting up
Got the clutch hit the gas and we mothafucking moving
Never snoozing on big bag, do you think I'm fuckin stupid
I ain't stupid I'm just lucid dreaming
Seeing all the faces on the stage
I swear I make it there one day I hope to J
27 club for me, bury me in luxury
Want golden candles on the trees
And diamonds dancin in the springs
Want rolled up green for all the G's
And big ol 40s accompanied
Maybe I could finally sleep and wake up wit no judge in me
It really be right over my own shoulder
Gotta drown it out
But all the homies make the presence lower
It ain't fighting now
So I'm thanking Jesus Christ that I'm a soldier
Cus life wilding out
Hopefully he bless me wit composure
When I'm flyin out
To different area codes
While I'm pouring up four
Got satan right at my door
He said he ready to take my soul
He reached behind my eyes
He told the lies that I've been told
Still they in disguise
I heard a lot of this before
Fighting back like rocky
And I'm weaving all you hoes
Know I'm happy if I'm cocky
You won't see me fuckin froze
Put the gun right on me
Guess we seeing how it goes
Yo beef like salami
Think I said that shit before
No pump fake I'm big play like my name was big jay
Got bands in my suitcase need hid from the da
Got hands like a glove, you got hands like a fruitcake
I'm in second but I'm tryna get to sixth speed, come wit me
We got fruit inside the cooler come and get clean, we tipsy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts, we just have it
Cus we actin up,we ain't letting up
We gettin active and I feel just like a hippy, I'm simply
Chillin wit the homies and we strictly, get busy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts
We just have it cus we actin up
We ain't letting up
No hearsay the beer say I'm drunk as a bitch
No faking I'm faded lemme get another hit
Yeah I'm fucked up but luck ran out chasing another bitch
And the fact of the matter is I can't keep doing this
But fuck how I feel right?
Hardest pill to swallow
So I duck cus the bills tight, in a cycle chasing dollars
I just wanna pop my collar
I just wanna shower in the money
Call me funny I'm just sluggishly recovering but
I take a left then a right then I step on some more
Use my head in the nighttime when I'm doing chores
I be using these lifelines been running up the score
Swear I'm bouncin off the walls and I ain't got me no door
But fuck how I feel right hardest pill to swallow
Keep on moving never stopping
Catch me stacking up my bread
See you peeping never shoppin
Get the fuck up out the shed
If you really want the fruit
You gotta pay up what I said
The life in ya eyes, could be taken away
We got YNL Jay in the whip when we spray
It's ok, we don't play, you got 9s in ya face
Hit rewind for the plays, young Jaden taken names
I'm in second but I'm tryna get to sixth speed, come wit me
We got fruit inside the cooler come and get clean, we tipsy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts, we just have it
Cus we actin up, we ain't letting up
We gettin active and I feel just like a hippy, I'm simply
Chillin wit the homies and we strictly, get busy
I said we at it but we really not no addicts
We just have it cus we actin up
We ain't letting up
Got the clutch hit the gas and we mothafucking moving
Never snoozing on big bag, do you think I'm fuckin stupid
I ain't stupid I'm just lucid dreaming
Seeing all the faces on the stage
I swear I make it there one day I hope to J
27 club for me, bury me in luxury
Want golden candles on the trees
And diamonds dancin in the springs
Want rolled up green for all the G's
And big ol 40s accompanied
Maybe I could finally sleep and wake up wit no judge in me
It really be right over my own shoulder
Gotta drown it out
But all the homies make the presence lower
It ain't fighting now
So I'm thanking Jesus Christ that I'm a soldier
Cus life wilding out
Hopefully he bless me wit composure
When I'm flyin out
To different area codes
While I'm pouring up four
Got satan right at my door
He said he ready to take my soul
He reached behind my eyes
He told the lies that I've been told
Still they in disguise
I heard a lot of this before
Fighting back like rocky
And I'm weaving all you hoes
Know I'm happy if I'm cocky
You won't see me fuckin froze
Put the gun right on me
Guess we seeing how it goes
Yo beef like salami
Think I said that shit before
Credits
Writer(s): Jaden Hone
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