Got No Type (Radio Edit)

Showing the love but don't fall like a glass.
What I've been smoking is green like a grass.
The other side I swear it was dark.
Got no time but she come with no bra.
Two faced n be wearing a mask.
Spill my lean you be killing my vibe.
Hating on me they be picking a fight.
Eat my b like chicken and rice
Keeping warm in this world feeling cold.
I want ice cheese I'm seeking zeros.
I used to be lonely now filled with these h.
Used to pray to be solid it's the life that I chose.
Ain't looking back and I got no regrets.
I pull up so fresh and I do it for me.
Used to struggle sleeping hungry.
Now a street hustler achieving something.
Life ain't a simulation, got to face it.
This is some circulation, had to cut it.
Filling my pockets the reason I'm outside.
I want some dollars with comma's and zeros.
My city on my shoulders I feel like the hero.
Had to be patient while lifting these kilos.
This life is your b I know it's my queen.
Imma stay high till I'm six feet.
Pass me the mob and I clean up your s.
How can I fold if the gang is too straight.
I f your hoe and I never went back.
I took your chance while taking a rest.
Stepping, we stepping we don't need no steppers.
Kicking more shit but I'm no soccer player.
Before we move, we all say the prayer. "
How father, who art in heaven."
Showing the love but don't fall like a glass.
What I've been smoking is green like a grass.
The other side I swear it was dark.
Got no time but she come with no bra.
Two faced n be wearing a mask.
Spill my lean you be killing my vibe.
Hating on me they be picking a fight.
Eat my b like chicken and rice



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Prince
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