Relax (Intro)
Nah yeah I'm in the booth right now, little under the weather
Nah I can't come see you right now, focused
It's a new year, I need to go up, by any means, mama need new gear
Trust me, it ain't always what it seems, tell me who real
I just know she get down, suck it clean, that's my ooh yeah
Prayin' opps don't try to intervene, cause we might shoot there
Oot there, I told my shooter relax, the wrong move, we'll face a few years
We gotta move tact, in the field, no we can't lose here
Make sure your gloves on, we can't leave no clues here
This not a love song, a thug song, no Austin Moon here
She sayin' Nuski did me so wrong, I left her blue, yeah
Ima f**k her and her best friend, cause I want to, yeah
Ain't no other n***a like me, bae, I'm too rare
Shout out to my ex, she broke my heart
She don't even know she made a star, for sure
Top come off the whip, I see the stars
Rich and righteous, yeah, I'm double R, for sure
Can't be stressin' bout no broke bitch, know your pockets hurt
So focus on the media, if it ain't feedin' ya, it ain't worth it
I just think your soul need a cleanse, pass the detergent
And watch it all fade away
Nah I can't come see you right now, focused
It's a new year, I need to go up, by any means, mama need new gear
Trust me, it ain't always what it seems, tell me who real
I just know she get down, suck it clean, that's my ooh yeah
Prayin' opps don't try to intervene, cause we might shoot there
Oot there, I told my shooter relax, the wrong move, we'll face a few years
We gotta move tact, in the field, no we can't lose here
Make sure your gloves on, we can't leave no clues here
This not a love song, a thug song, no Austin Moon here
She sayin' Nuski did me so wrong, I left her blue, yeah
Ima f**k her and her best friend, cause I want to, yeah
Ain't no other n***a like me, bae, I'm too rare
Shout out to my ex, she broke my heart
She don't even know she made a star, for sure
Top come off the whip, I see the stars
Rich and righteous, yeah, I'm double R, for sure
Can't be stressin' bout no broke bitch, know your pockets hurt
So focus on the media, if it ain't feedin' ya, it ain't worth it
I just think your soul need a cleanse, pass the detergent
And watch it all fade away
Credits
Writer(s): Nuski Williams
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