Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm the type to face my fears, don't know 'bout y'all
I been thinkin' bout my dawg, wish he was here to see me ball
Sometimes I wanna disappear from it all
Opened up my eyes, and my ears, and closed my jaw shut
[Verse 2]
I ain't speaking' 'less I got to
I been doin' what I got to
I ain't no hater, I don't know how to
I been grinding' for them acres
Workin' harder than a mule
I'm one of one, and I'm the only one, don't get confused
I'm tryna win, they wanna see me lose, but that's my muse
My heart used to be huge, my shit got used, now it's no use
Can't trust nobody, these **** turn Bishop when you got juice
Uh huh
I got the juice, but they ain't gon' take that shit from me, 'though
[Verse 3]
We gettin' paid in full, but they not doin' us like Rico (We get paid in cash)
Stomach never full, I'm tryna eat, I gotta gotta eat mo
He was tryna flex on us, but we shot down his ego
And yeah, I took some losses, but I got right back on my feet, 'though (Right back)
**** crossed me, and I still forgave 'em, that's just me, 'though
But I ain't trippin', that shit in my blood, that's how I move
I came in the game, I fucked it up, I bent the rules
I been on the road to riches, I know I'm gon' be there soon
I been off these drugs, I'm on the moon
Nowadays my circle tight as ever, ain't no room
For nobody else to fit in
I stand out, I ain't tryna fit in
K gon hold up his end
**** snakes, I hear 'em hissin'
I'm just waitin' on the perfect moment to chop his head off
She ain't fuck, I dropped her off, and sped off, and dead all (She dead)
Contact with the bitch
I'm in the push start with the stick, boom
I'm not 50 Cent, but I'm gon' die tryna get rich, ooh
Watch out for the blitz, they won't take me out in this bitch, no
'Cause I be on my P's and Q's
You reach that G lock, go kaboom
And it's an eye for eye, that's how it go, that's how we move
**** popping shit, they don't want the smoke, we shake the room
[Verse 4]
Too high, got me wasting 'shrooms
I been thinking 'bout my dawg, wish I was next to you
Can't let 'em know it all, I won't say what I'm next to do
And if you my dawg, you got my back, you know I'm protecting you too
To be honest
**** ain't fucking with me to be honest
Stacking' these bucks up taller than Giannas
We put all the BS behind us
**** can't see us, can't be us, I promise
And this shit right here
This shit might be perfect timing (For real, for real)
I'ma just stack it up, stack it up, I need my money humongous (Stack it up, stack it up)
[Verse 5]
I'm the type to face my fears, don't know 'bout y'all
Thinkin' bout my dawg, wish he was here to see me ball
Sometimes I wanna disappear from it all
Opened up my eyes, and my ears, and closed my jaw shut
[Verse 6]
At all
Oh, I remember
I remember
I remember
I remember
I remember
Written by: Kydjana Lewis, Mark Grey, Vitkeer Lassiter-Brown
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