OFF THE EARF
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, I feel like I don't belong on this motherfuckin' earth
Drowning in pain and questioning my worth
Yeah, I don't even know how that work
Yeah, just walked out of the building
With 30 on me
Yeah, I'm so high off the ceiling
But my fit still clean
Yeah, walking down the bank with a Chevy
I got racks on me
Know that I'm good
Know that I'm flowing
And know that I got it on me
Got it on me
Every time I walk inside, I know I'm flee
Hittin in the bank, yeah, I'm walking with three
Three chops, all over me
I don't want pussy, I just want the green
Focus on hustle, I'm building a dream
Money on my mind, I'm sticking to the scheme
Living for the grind, I'm not living between
Yeah
No distractions, I'm locked in tight
Chase in the back, turn wrongs, to right
They don't see vision, all they see is fight
I'm in the kitchen, sipping on a sprite
Pour some syrup in it, yeah, I might
Making new moves, climbing through new heights
My vision clear, future in my sights
Yeah
Yeah, I feel like I don't belong on this motherfuckin' earth
Drowning in pain and questioning my worth
Yeah, I don't even know how that work
Yeah, just walked out of the building
With 30 on me
Yeah, I'm so high off the ceiling
But my fit still clean
(But my fit so clean)
(But my fit so clean)
(Got 30 on me)
Yeah
Yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, I feel like I don't belong on this motherfuckin' earth
Drowning in pain and questioning my worth
Yeah, I don't even know how that work
Yeah, just walked out of the building
With 30 on me
Yeah, I'm so high off the ceiling
But my fit still clean
Yeah, walking down the bank with a Chevy
I got racks on me
Know that I'm good
Know that I'm flowing
And know that I got it on me
Got it on me
Every time I walk inside, I know I'm flee
Hittin in the bank, yeah, I'm walking with three
Three chops, all over me
I don't want pussy, I just want the green
Focus on hustle, I'm building a dream
Money on my mind, I'm sticking to the scheme
Living for the grind, I'm not living between
Yeah
No distractions, I'm locked in tight
Chase in the back, turn wrongs, to right
They don't see vision, all they see is fight
I'm in the kitchen, sipping on a sprite
Pour some syrup in it, yeah, I might
Making new moves, climbing through new heights
My vision clear, future in my sights
Yeah
Yeah, I feel like I don't belong on this motherfuckin' earth
Drowning in pain and questioning my worth
Yeah, I don't even know how that work
Yeah, just walked out of the building
With 30 on me
Yeah, I'm so high off the ceiling
But my fit still clean
(But my fit so clean)
(But my fit so clean)
(Got 30 on me)
Yeah
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Lee
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