Lyrics

Been layin' low, I been locked in, learnin' and workin' and plottin
I spent the bread that you make on a month on an option, didn't make profit
Remember I dropped out of college, took a whole year just to talk to my father
Me and my sis could be bonding, but I'm in Onyx, drinkin' a bottle
I like my bitches unbothered, a little bit toxic, cut off some models
I was just spendin' some dollars, lobsters and crabs, this shit ain't McDonalds
When I get rich, I'ma run up a bag and all my bros gon' follow
I got a bag and you got a bag, let's put it together buy condos
I gotta chill, gotta relax, put too much pressure on myself
Folks got bills, holdin' her back, if I got extra I'ma help
Remember the day, bro got killed, don't know exactly how I felt
Wasn't accepting how I felt, when I feel pressure, I excel
Shit gettin' better, I can tell, at least I'm not dead or in a cell
At least I got money for a bail, gettin' some leverage never fail
Eatin' some scallops for my meal, we got Italians on the grill
Shit gettin' crowded in the field, shit gettin' crowded in the field
Fuck it the more than better, I want this more than ever
I just want more of this cheddar, I want this more than ever
Written by: Natron Moore
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