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I pray to god and get this cake, I won't sell my soul
I got heart, but it's on fire I got that coal
First track that I dropped I said "this shit really gold"
The road was made for the run, so we shall go
I lost my Gpops in elementary
You can't tell me how to feel, You don't know it meant to me
God told me stay up, in short words everything
I be talking to the sky it always get a bit of me
Bands up, I be counting up sitting backseat riding presidential, five tint in a black whip
He a dog tryna get it out the rat pit
I been living in this cold world with madness (Mad)
Ima get high, Ima go to outer space (Shh, shh)
You an imposter, get up out my face
I be speeding down the road tryna duck jakes (Skrt)
You got to know that time go, it done came
You said you with me, I don't believe it (No)
I don't trust nobody, I only trust me and my momma
Dedicate my life to this grind and counting commas(Grind)
Ever seen your own momma cry? It give you trauma
I been going hard, lately I been reminiscing 'bout the old times and all the people that I miss
So I stack up, ain't gon' be a dollar that I miss (No)
All a thug needs sometimes is a.
I want to know what you'll say next
Ever break my fam heart, I go break necks
Good paper in the drawer, I got cake checks
Ima stand on what I stand for, this band shit (bands)
You don't rock with who I rock with, it's f*** your mother (F*** her)
Love you sis, love you fam, I love my brothers (Love Yal)
Break bread with the crew, it's 'bout that butter (Break that bread)
The first cuss word I said in this song was "f*** you"
Everybody been telling me to drop music
I be tryna run it up, but I be in the stu still cooking up
I don't pay attention to what is stupid
If I ever give you love, shawty don't abuse it
Im getting fly I got Dior denim, more than 'em
Rocking with that cold piece, He got coat with 'em (Chop)
I promise we gon' follow through, I must go get it (Ya)
I love you mom, im the youngest son, the go getter
(I got it)
I got heart, but it's on fire I got that coal
First track that I dropped I said "this shit really gold"
The road was made for the run, so we shall go
I lost my Gpops in elementary
You can't tell me how to feel, You don't know it meant to me
God told me stay up, in short words everything
I be talking to the sky it always get a bit of me
Bands up, I be counting up sitting backseat riding presidential, five tint in a black whip
He a dog tryna get it out the rat pit
I been living in this cold world with madness (Mad)
Ima get high, Ima go to outer space (Shh, shh)
You an imposter, get up out my face
I be speeding down the road tryna duck jakes (Skrt)
You got to know that time go, it done came
You said you with me, I don't believe it (No)
I don't trust nobody, I only trust me and my momma
Dedicate my life to this grind and counting commas(Grind)
Ever seen your own momma cry? It give you trauma
I been going hard, lately I been reminiscing 'bout the old times and all the people that I miss
So I stack up, ain't gon' be a dollar that I miss (No)
All a thug needs sometimes is a.
I want to know what you'll say next
Ever break my fam heart, I go break necks
Good paper in the drawer, I got cake checks
Ima stand on what I stand for, this band shit (bands)
You don't rock with who I rock with, it's f*** your mother (F*** her)
Love you sis, love you fam, I love my brothers (Love Yal)
Break bread with the crew, it's 'bout that butter (Break that bread)
The first cuss word I said in this song was "f*** you"
Everybody been telling me to drop music
I be tryna run it up, but I be in the stu still cooking up
I don't pay attention to what is stupid
If I ever give you love, shawty don't abuse it
Im getting fly I got Dior denim, more than 'em
Rocking with that cold piece, He got coat with 'em (Chop)
I promise we gon' follow through, I must go get it (Ya)
I love you mom, im the youngest son, the go getter
(I got it)
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Writer(s): Aaron Barajas Buso
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