Lavish Life
I tell you bro, God be having some plans for you bro. If you don't stress out bro, and you just literally bro, you know what I'm saying
Just chill bro, everything always go your way bro
Yeah, trust in God for sure
Trust on bro, like a bird, you know, you don't see the bird
That's like, stressed if I make this deal, God make this deal
You ain't chilling, you ain't got no, how you can say you got faith that you ain't got no skills
Yeah
You see what I'm saying
You say you got faith
But when a rough time come, you know what I'm saying
Just chill
I've been affiliated with plenty of plays of money making, state to state, Crook doing his thing to make it statement,
I leave a mark on your soul, cause we goin gold, all independent, give two shits if you don't feel it
I got game for a baddie, with my mind on the billion, so my hands all over this mil ticket
Strategize, organize to fill this building, event spaces, bring them owners with them briefcases
Just face it, dope is what this track is laced with, to live this life your focus has to be lasik
Clear vision, strong affirmations, of winning success so close, I can taste it
No time wasted, rich melanin, I'm telling them, this that king shit
Manifest your dreams, blessed by the sun's beams
Pockets busting at the seams from this gwapolay
I live a lavish life on this paper chase, Yayeyay
Oh, okay
I see, but it ain't that lavish yet, man
Nah, it's just lavish my nigga, it's a lavish life my nigga
yeah
That shit was funny, motherfuckers, straight up noticed
My brother, they call me
Hey, Brandon, man
You did a great job, man, shit
Yeah, $8,000 sold $7 less
I've been 13 today, figure I already be the niggas' wood dropper
But do your thing, my nigga, you might have niggas quitting there too
Man, I hope not, bro, I ain't doing nobody, bro
I'm just, I'm just happy with the decision I made, bro
Really, dont panic
Dont panic
Welcome to a place where this money has no equal
Your dad was broke, well shit, you gon' be the sequel
If you don't elevate your brain and self-educate
I can give you the game, but you have to extrapolate
Make wise decisions, organize your business
These bitches will give you cream and peaches
Please recognize what an energy leech is
They suck dick and leave your ass speechless
They don't teach this in school, so you gotta explore
If you meet one fool, you know it's gotta be more
Don't be poor mentally, we all die eventually
So don't kill yourself if you want, you can vent to me
I'll listen, my game is supreme, I got that is ism
Swisher sweet, get taught division
Combine fire and weed, cannabis, alchemy
Write lyrics and hit record, this the lavish life for me
Man bro, how you gonna handle these folks on the cut
I ain't bro, I'm listening, don't take the video
I'm doing shit, bro, I'm like, what y'all doing
I'm finna come wreck this how
You hear me
Just keep, just keep being friends, you know
That's all y'all can do, just put out my way
When you see your life flash
you realize there was an eighth in the gas mask
in the bag that was labeled Hazmat
65% THC, inhale deep, if you don't choke, you a G
Peer pressure, peer pressure, I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Yes sir, and a trunk full of merch
Choppa get you murked for 5k, nigga on that bad day
Mayday, mayday, it's going down
Tell me, have you ever felt the breeze from my 50 cal
Have you ever made a thee from just flipping pounds
You ever fucked with a P and he gave you rounds
Well, I got a story to tell
I'm a winner, but I took my fair, share it L's
I'll call you dinner if you want to battle for real
Get me in front of a mic, I'll show you the fruits of my lavish life
Just chill bro, everything always go your way bro
Yeah, trust in God for sure
Trust on bro, like a bird, you know, you don't see the bird
That's like, stressed if I make this deal, God make this deal
You ain't chilling, you ain't got no, how you can say you got faith that you ain't got no skills
Yeah
You see what I'm saying
You say you got faith
But when a rough time come, you know what I'm saying
Just chill
I've been affiliated with plenty of plays of money making, state to state, Crook doing his thing to make it statement,
I leave a mark on your soul, cause we goin gold, all independent, give two shits if you don't feel it
I got game for a baddie, with my mind on the billion, so my hands all over this mil ticket
Strategize, organize to fill this building, event spaces, bring them owners with them briefcases
Just face it, dope is what this track is laced with, to live this life your focus has to be lasik
Clear vision, strong affirmations, of winning success so close, I can taste it
No time wasted, rich melanin, I'm telling them, this that king shit
Manifest your dreams, blessed by the sun's beams
Pockets busting at the seams from this gwapolay
I live a lavish life on this paper chase, Yayeyay
Oh, okay
I see, but it ain't that lavish yet, man
Nah, it's just lavish my nigga, it's a lavish life my nigga
yeah
That shit was funny, motherfuckers, straight up noticed
My brother, they call me
Hey, Brandon, man
You did a great job, man, shit
Yeah, $8,000 sold $7 less
I've been 13 today, figure I already be the niggas' wood dropper
But do your thing, my nigga, you might have niggas quitting there too
Man, I hope not, bro, I ain't doing nobody, bro
I'm just, I'm just happy with the decision I made, bro
Really, dont panic
Dont panic
Welcome to a place where this money has no equal
Your dad was broke, well shit, you gon' be the sequel
If you don't elevate your brain and self-educate
I can give you the game, but you have to extrapolate
Make wise decisions, organize your business
These bitches will give you cream and peaches
Please recognize what an energy leech is
They suck dick and leave your ass speechless
They don't teach this in school, so you gotta explore
If you meet one fool, you know it's gotta be more
Don't be poor mentally, we all die eventually
So don't kill yourself if you want, you can vent to me
I'll listen, my game is supreme, I got that is ism
Swisher sweet, get taught division
Combine fire and weed, cannabis, alchemy
Write lyrics and hit record, this the lavish life for me
Man bro, how you gonna handle these folks on the cut
I ain't bro, I'm listening, don't take the video
I'm doing shit, bro, I'm like, what y'all doing
I'm finna come wreck this how
You hear me
Just keep, just keep being friends, you know
That's all y'all can do, just put out my way
When you see your life flash
you realize there was an eighth in the gas mask
in the bag that was labeled Hazmat
65% THC, inhale deep, if you don't choke, you a G
Peer pressure, peer pressure, I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Yes sir, and a trunk full of merch
Choppa get you murked for 5k, nigga on that bad day
Mayday, mayday, it's going down
Tell me, have you ever felt the breeze from my 50 cal
Have you ever made a thee from just flipping pounds
You ever fucked with a P and he gave you rounds
Well, I got a story to tell
I'm a winner, but I took my fair, share it L's
I'll call you dinner if you want to battle for real
Get me in front of a mic, I'll show you the fruits of my lavish life
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Writer(s): Booker Jones
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