Nowadays (feat. Sailor Hindi)

Jaye Way, bitch
Man, I ain't got time
Naw for real
Man fuck that shit
Aye cuz keep that shit rollin'

I been trappin' since a jit, you always catch me in traffic
Hot pocket on my waist, I'm finna teach niggas magic

Watch this powder disappear, I'm serving people with habits
Let the shots rang out, I made em scatter like rabbits
I get slimy like a slug, the definition of slime
My daddy taught me run it up, told me wait, it's my time

Two months later, passed away, now I'm fucked up in the mind
That's the day I lost my soul, it sent a chill up my spine
I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, it cut deep like a saw
Jizzle switched up on a nigga, man, I thought we was dogs

Devo left a nigga hangin', guess his bitch turned him soft
And lil' Nick act like he don't know me, what the fuck is his problem
Ain't no problem with lil' Dae, but he act like he can't call me
And I'm still prayin' for Chuck, cuz he battlin' with Lupus

Keep your head up, my nigga, never feel like you useless
Got more courage, I'm a dog, slap that shit out of Eustace
And I'm in my prime, nigga, I been chasin' this dough
Ain't no greedy motherfucker, but I need me some more

Livin' life like it's a movie, I'm the star of the show
I sit back and contemplate, and then I stuff me a cone

Lost some niggas down the way, but I'm still rollin'
It fuck me up, it hurt my heart, cuz they all folded

Patience tickin' like a bomb, you just blowed it
Baby took off with my heart, then she froze it
Nowadays, niggas sweeter than a frozen
I ain't choose this life, nigga, I was chosen

I'm ballin' on these niggas like DeRozan
And you know I stay strapped like a Trojan

I ain't gotta speak on that bitch, you know what you did
That get back strong, and that's a fact, you bitches never gone win
Bitch, don't cop out my swag and hit my line, what's up, twin
Bitches won't give you your props, but they ain't know that's a sin
And I ain't gotta clutch on shit, I know a nigga who spin
And thirty been up on that bitch right now, the score over Ten

And stop that internet flexin' with all them fake-ass friends
I know you bitches ain't bout it, and you ain't gotta proceed
Nowadays, they think shit's sweet, just like my sweet pussy
Poured the lemonade, I'll show them how fast shit could get took

You could get it too, or fix your face, cuz bitch, you keep lookin'
And I don't owe you shit, but I can throw your ass, it's burnt cookie, bitch

Lost some niggas down the way, but I'm still rollin'
It fuck me up, it hurt my heart, cuz they all folded

Patience tickin' like a bomb, you just blowed it
Baby took off with my heart, then she froze it
Nowadays, niggas sweeter than a frozen
I ain't choose this life, nigga, I was chosen

I'm ballin' on these niggas like the DeRozan
And you know I stay strapped like a Trojan



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Writer(s): Cheyenne Williams
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