Embracing My Life
We ain't dream the same when we was kids my nigga
All white inside the whip I drop the lid my nigga
Worked it up from a dime to a ounce to a quarter, then the keys came man this shit got big my nigga
That's suicide you let ya name get printed on a statement
I prayed to god to keep me away from people like you in my basement
One call have them niggas up and make arraignments
I'll take ya bitch nigga in a form of a payment
You know that's what we reppin' every time we in the town,
Throwing guns in the river like that shit the lost and found
You might sip ya drink but Ima go and roll some one out the pound and let you feel that my nigga, (Yea, Uh)
Crown on my head so you know what come with that
Back door season heard they left the door crack
Expensive tequila she tell em add that to the tab
Know the player that shit fucking with come through and drop a bag
If we feels walls breached then we drawn down on his ass
Like the NFL we gonna meet at you at the line
Back when I ain't have it man they told me I wouldn't shine
This the perfect time, to make bow down and resign
With all due respect I'm just here for my check
Grab another one now I got more hitting back
Fat blunt rolled with my seat laid back
And my hat flip back, with my gun on my lap
All white inside the whip I drop the lid my nigga
Worked it up from a dime to a ounce to a quarter, then the keys came man this shit got big my nigga
That's suicide you let ya name get printed on a statement
I prayed to god to keep me away from people like you in my basement
One call have them niggas up and make arraignments
I'll take ya bitch nigga in a form of a payment
You know that's what we reppin' every time we in the town,
Throwing guns in the river like that shit the lost and found
You might sip ya drink but Ima go and roll some one out the pound and let you feel that my nigga, (Yea, Uh)
Crown on my head so you know what come with that
Back door season heard they left the door crack
Expensive tequila she tell em add that to the tab
Know the player that shit fucking with come through and drop a bag
If we feels walls breached then we drawn down on his ass
Like the NFL we gonna meet at you at the line
Back when I ain't have it man they told me I wouldn't shine
This the perfect time, to make bow down and resign
With all due respect I'm just here for my check
Grab another one now I got more hitting back
Fat blunt rolled with my seat laid back
And my hat flip back, with my gun on my lap
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Writer(s): Ayo Lij
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