Intro
Dark skin Ronda windows all foggy
We was sexing in the Honda vow to never tell your honor
I plead the fifth look back then we was nigga rich
We had dreams but never thought that it could be like this
Coast to coast
Champagne bitches on the boat
I try to stay on chill but these niggas be doing the most
They drawing lines in the sand
You gotta know where you stand
Tight like glue but they didn't stick to the plan
You know this rap shit a gift and a curse
I don't brag it or boast
Don't post no pictures niggas watching alone
I been the man since my high school days
I still hate bullies and protect the squares
I never got out my ways
Friday nights we hit a few spots
Dirty money shoebox
Dope boy knocks
Disrespect and get your crew shot
Cookouts back to back
Who bout to jump on the grill
Listen soldier lace your boots before you jump in that field
Solid gold never lose the value
And never ever let detectives get the story out you
That's just the way we was raised
I made it out amazed
No 360 deals cause bitch I'm the wave
Telling mom Imma need a bit more
They played me before
Don't need that bad energy around me
Locks on the door
Gotta save the crib
Never let them know where you live
I know they call you bro but that ain't really what it is
We was sexing in the Honda vow to never tell your honor
I plead the fifth look back then we was nigga rich
We had dreams but never thought that it could be like this
Coast to coast
Champagne bitches on the boat
I try to stay on chill but these niggas be doing the most
They drawing lines in the sand
You gotta know where you stand
Tight like glue but they didn't stick to the plan
You know this rap shit a gift and a curse
I don't brag it or boast
Don't post no pictures niggas watching alone
I been the man since my high school days
I still hate bullies and protect the squares
I never got out my ways
Friday nights we hit a few spots
Dirty money shoebox
Dope boy knocks
Disrespect and get your crew shot
Cookouts back to back
Who bout to jump on the grill
Listen soldier lace your boots before you jump in that field
Solid gold never lose the value
And never ever let detectives get the story out you
That's just the way we was raised
I made it out amazed
No 360 deals cause bitch I'm the wave
Telling mom Imma need a bit more
They played me before
Don't need that bad energy around me
Locks on the door
Gotta save the crib
Never let them know where you live
I know they call you bro but that ain't really what it is
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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