My New Shit (feat. Alexus Lee)
Lightweights heavy hearted in a good book
Ready for whatever, better study for the weather
Hope it rains, hope it pours, we've been waiting since forever
Tell the teller no ones, big bills look better
Pretty bitches in the booth, pretty bitches for the group
Since we started from the basement and put my house up on the roof
Man I'm 22
Twenty to the head and take the Henny to the whip
Drive around and swerve feeling bulletproof
Hope it lasts longer than the Deans List
The thing is you can dropout just be a genius
He is and I am
This rebel got us flyin '
Ride around the cities with two biddies who've been dyin
To hear my new shit, wanna hear my new shit
Says she loves the old stuff, wants to be my new chick
Better focus on this eye
Every dollar has a spy, pyramid
Pair of tits on a groupie in the skies in the skies
Kids just wanna be kids
Just wanna be rich, drive fancy cars
We just wanna be missed, just wanna make hits
That's who we are
And we're waiting at a crossroad
Me, myself, my friends and I
Music blasting through the window
The soundtrack of our fucking lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Yeah, I took my time to write this and then I looked in the mirror and said damn, that's not you that's me
Thats me, that's what I'm suppose to be
Then I looked back and I said
Take notes
Notice how they notice how you fall
Way before you're humble even though you fuckin' ball
Man life on the treadmill
Nowhere fast
We're just young, we're just dumb, we just don't know last
And the coach is really mean and the team is finally winning
And I swear I know the bench man, I missed a couple innings
I don't need to play smart
I don't need to play well
We just need to fuckin' win
Dumb it down, make a cell
But the irony in that is being real, being real
Ain't nothin dumb about telling niggas how you feel
I feel 85 mill
Independent no deal
No gold in my mouth, going gold by myself
All winter you've been chilling thinking spring time rules
I was into forest hunting just to sharpen my moves
And jeez, I think I want it all, no receipts
I don't plan on giving back what these niggas give to me
Hell nah
Try to be the reason for the change
Rolling with some people that I knew would never change
Aiming for whatever
They was saving for the King
Kinda funny Sonny growing up just to have his ring
Kids just wanna be kids
Just wanna be rich, drive fancy cars
We just wanna be missed, just wanna make hits
That's who we are
And we're waiting at a crossroad
Me, myself, my friends and I
Music blasting through the window
The soundtrack of our fucking lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Ready for whatever, better study for the weather
Hope it rains, hope it pours, we've been waiting since forever
Tell the teller no ones, big bills look better
Pretty bitches in the booth, pretty bitches for the group
Since we started from the basement and put my house up on the roof
Man I'm 22
Twenty to the head and take the Henny to the whip
Drive around and swerve feeling bulletproof
Hope it lasts longer than the Deans List
The thing is you can dropout just be a genius
He is and I am
This rebel got us flyin '
Ride around the cities with two biddies who've been dyin
To hear my new shit, wanna hear my new shit
Says she loves the old stuff, wants to be my new chick
Better focus on this eye
Every dollar has a spy, pyramid
Pair of tits on a groupie in the skies in the skies
Kids just wanna be kids
Just wanna be rich, drive fancy cars
We just wanna be missed, just wanna make hits
That's who we are
And we're waiting at a crossroad
Me, myself, my friends and I
Music blasting through the window
The soundtrack of our fucking lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Yeah, I took my time to write this and then I looked in the mirror and said damn, that's not you that's me
Thats me, that's what I'm suppose to be
Then I looked back and I said
Take notes
Notice how they notice how you fall
Way before you're humble even though you fuckin' ball
Man life on the treadmill
Nowhere fast
We're just young, we're just dumb, we just don't know last
And the coach is really mean and the team is finally winning
And I swear I know the bench man, I missed a couple innings
I don't need to play smart
I don't need to play well
We just need to fuckin' win
Dumb it down, make a cell
But the irony in that is being real, being real
Ain't nothin dumb about telling niggas how you feel
I feel 85 mill
Independent no deal
No gold in my mouth, going gold by myself
All winter you've been chilling thinking spring time rules
I was into forest hunting just to sharpen my moves
And jeez, I think I want it all, no receipts
I don't plan on giving back what these niggas give to me
Hell nah
Try to be the reason for the change
Rolling with some people that I knew would never change
Aiming for whatever
They was saving for the King
Kinda funny Sonny growing up just to have his ring
Kids just wanna be kids
Just wanna be rich, drive fancy cars
We just wanna be missed, just wanna make hits
That's who we are
And we're waiting at a crossroad
Me, myself, my friends and I
Music blasting through the window
The soundtrack of our fucking lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night
Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives
Credits
Writer(s): Alex C. Mendoza
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