Suave Forever
I was selling all these pills
Making double what they worth
I'm just tryna keep it real
I been really moving work
I need my damn time to heal
I can't let go of my hurt
Imma keep this shit a buck
You was fucking my shit up
I kept losing clientele
And I think I had enough
You ain't want me doing well
You was lowkey filled with hate
Then you said that you gon tell
Why you switching that shit fake
Everybody always told me
You would always try to diss
I just never thought about it
Like I'm stuck inside a trip
Everything I got I bought it
I ain't asking out for shit
I ain't fucking with nobody
Man I'm always by myself
Cause that's when I do my best
Lately I don't feel no stress
I'm just moving step by step
I just gotta get this bread
I ain't talking to no fed
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Now I'm getting new packs in
Yeah I'm getting shit shipped in
I know tea like I'm Lipton
I like fucking all my hoes
I like shopping out for clothes
I can't put on all my bros
I'm gon only put on 3
Told this bitch this dick ain't free
I'm so goddamn fresh I'm fly(flee)
I'm so goddamn fresh I'm fly
Do not bury when I die
Light a fire let me soar
When you die you just live more
Gotta get it can't be poor
Rather die then just be broke
Wash my money like it's soap
My bitch like it when she choked
She a freak she fuck off dope
Can't let bitches wear my coat
Just like Uzi count dem roll
I like money I like gold
I like money I like gold
Making double what they worth
I'm just tryna keep it real
I been really moving work
I need my damn time to heal
I can't let go of my hurt
Imma keep this shit a buck
You was fucking my shit up
I kept losing clientele
And I think I had enough
You ain't want me doing well
You was lowkey filled with hate
Then you said that you gon tell
Why you switching that shit fake
Everybody always told me
You would always try to diss
I just never thought about it
Like I'm stuck inside a trip
Everything I got I bought it
I ain't asking out for shit
I ain't fucking with nobody
Man I'm always by myself
Cause that's when I do my best
Lately I don't feel no stress
I'm just moving step by step
I just gotta get this bread
I ain't talking to no fed
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Now I'm getting new packs in
Yeah I'm getting shit shipped in
I know tea like I'm Lipton
I like fucking all my hoes
I like shopping out for clothes
I can't put on all my bros
I'm gon only put on 3
Told this bitch this dick ain't free
I'm so goddamn fresh I'm fly(flee)
I'm so goddamn fresh I'm fly
Do not bury when I die
Light a fire let me soar
When you die you just live more
Gotta get it can't be poor
Rather die then just be broke
Wash my money like it's soap
My bitch like it when she choked
She a freak she fuck off dope
Can't let bitches wear my coat
Just like Uzi count dem roll
I like money I like gold
I like money I like gold
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Writer(s): Francisco Velez
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