On the Hills (feat. Khi2Valid)
Gotta stay focused stay on my grind just tryna get me a bag
Still reminiscing 'bout them days we had before j3 passed
Still niggas hate man i dont know dont understand why they mad
We went from oils on the trank and went to selling that gas
Im tryna stack up my pape get a crib on the hills
They say im weird but they dont know how i feel
Uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh-uh-uh-uh)
We putting beams all on our glocks just like we play laser tag
They hate on me they mention me like why these niggas so mad
We went from Nikes to Amiri's had to run up that bag
My brother static sent them shots i know yall seen that big flash
I heard QB was on that drill and he sent shots through the glass
We catch that boy he better not lack cuz' we aint givin' no pass
Im on the trank cant see my face because i keep me a mask
I heard he dissing on J3 so we gon get on his ass
Was in them hallways acting crazy i was skippin' my class
Im on the road to the riches and i cannot be last
We from the trenches duck the law because the cops gon' harass
Im tryna make it out the hood while im flying first class
(Im tryna stack up my pape get a crib on the hills)
(They say im weird but they dont know how i feel)
Gotta stay focused stay on my grind just tryna get me a bag
Still reminiscing 'bout them days we had before j3 passed
Still niggas hate man i dont know dont understand why they mad
We went from oils on the trank and went to selling that gas
Im tryna stack up my pape get a crib on the hills
They say im weird but they dont know how i feel
Still reminiscing 'bout them days we had before j3 passed
Still niggas hate man i dont know dont understand why they mad
We went from oils on the trank and went to selling that gas
Im tryna stack up my pape get a crib on the hills
They say im weird but they dont know how i feel
Uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh-uh-uh-uh)
We putting beams all on our glocks just like we play laser tag
They hate on me they mention me like why these niggas so mad
We went from Nikes to Amiri's had to run up that bag
My brother static sent them shots i know yall seen that big flash
I heard QB was on that drill and he sent shots through the glass
We catch that boy he better not lack cuz' we aint givin' no pass
Im on the trank cant see my face because i keep me a mask
I heard he dissing on J3 so we gon get on his ass
Was in them hallways acting crazy i was skippin' my class
Im on the road to the riches and i cannot be last
We from the trenches duck the law because the cops gon' harass
Im tryna make it out the hood while im flying first class
(Im tryna stack up my pape get a crib on the hills)
(They say im weird but they dont know how i feel)
Gotta stay focused stay on my grind just tryna get me a bag
Still reminiscing 'bout them days we had before j3 passed
Still niggas hate man i dont know dont understand why they mad
We went from oils on the trank and went to selling that gas
Im tryna stack up my pape get a crib on the hills
They say im weird but they dont know how i feel
Credits
Writer(s): Cari Newlimits
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