Lyrics

We ain't thinking the same Y'all went home in The rain My homies went home In the range This life can be Struggle and pain This life can Be hustle and gain If your team is thinking The same We ain't thinking the same Y'all went home in The rain My homies went home In the range This life can be Struggle and pain This life can Be hustle and gain If your team is thinking The same Please shut your mouth I'm stubborn as hell Can't nobody tell me shit Please give me advice What the hell going on? Ain't got control of it It ain't a thing It's an overall mood I can't explain it really Man never mind I take that back Y'all probably think im silly Whatever bro Just light that bowl Put a moonrock In that bitch It smell like gas This shit gas I'm smoking Holy shit New outfit got ash stains On it My boo face On Jackson Pollack Gin, lime Splash of cran and tonic This beat hard Make me demonic She came quick I call her Sonic Next five years Its prime time Rest of my life It's grind time I want it all It's all mine We ain't thinking the same Y'all went home in The rain My homies went home In the range This life can be Struggle and pain This life can Be hustle and gain If your team is thinking The same Don't touch my money Outta of my way And there won't be no problems Leveling up Smoking rare candy I got all these options I go off the top Car with the drop Viva la raza Gimme that belt Gold like Phelps Olympic level ganja You can kick rocks If you ain't with me One day Coachella AMC One day new phone Can't text me Two or three L's Feet up On a beach Sippin on something Real strong and sweet Fucking on babe We changed them sheets Always sunny My gang right here I smelt bitch When you came near Ain't it funny how it happen Yeah please stop with the cappin My sights on ten dawg They ain't even noticed with lapped em This whole damn life can be yours Or this whole damn life can be chores I'll be damn if that pie into fourths I earned the bakery and that store Just wait till you see whats in store Im killing these bitches Reviving these bitches Just so I can go kill em some more I want me a porsche And I want blunt So I can just smoke in my Porsche I'm just being blunt
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