otz - ACG

ACG

Im losing faith, maybe i really need jesus
Retrace my steps and try look for the peices
Gimme some leeway ill figure it out
No time to break like i come outta recces
I flip the bread, watch the landing, i grease it
My pockets heavy, they getin real feta (fed up)
Cop me some pack, all i need now im cheesin
Love of the game what its really about
I keep my foot on the gas i cant let up
DVLA keep on sending me letters
I gotta take a more secretive route
Still got my flaws, i can always do better

Nigga im cold, i got the ACG, Fitted on me
Now i feel flyer than ever
She wont pick him over me, obviously, lil bro gotta do better
Really think i am elite, still gotta peak, niggas play like im deluded

Eye on the cash, man i gotta pursue it
If ur aint, what are u doing

Lettin my hair out, i feel like that rubin
Im tryna influence music

Still tyna look for a crib in the south
I gotta book a few viewings

Walk in the flat and im stinking of loud
Got a few ppl that hate on my ways
Try an keep distant and well be ok
Took a few L aint i aint even proud
I cannot let it affect me today
In the stu an im still tweaking the sound
Put it together, new tape otw



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Writer(s): Otis Turner, Otz
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