20-one-nine, when it came to cash I could make it fold blind
When it came to drugs, I was searching for the buy
Pupils looking wild like some 30-inch rims I was sitting so high
Palming like LeBron, wingspan stretched like seven foot long
Elbows on the table like, fuck what you was taught
Hit the ground running, gave it everything I got, and that's on God
We was urgently searching for the next thing
Sliding back home when that run was in
Didn't bat an eyelid in times when it went left
Made it look stylish, but I felt pressed
Hit the finish line like we finna buy kicks
That's why you see cheese every time we taking flicks
Sunday morning roll over, put it on my bitch
Clean white socks, hardwoods at the crib
And I shoot my shot, follow-through with the wrist
Wet it up, putting up numbers, got em' pissed
Incense burning, earning everything I get
Learned that they burn bridges, but they can't swim
Hold up
Likely driving slow in a kinda new whip
Swerving potholes when I start to see the dip
West end babies, vacations in the sticks
Only telling lies when I conversate with pigs
R.I.P. Bill Withers, I got the lean on me
400 migs in my system, I'm seeing green only
Icing my time piece, so time freeze on me
Brown in my cup, look like I'm sipping iced tea, don't it?
Chains, rangs, automobiles
Vibing with shorty, she in love with the feel
So chill, so real I'm in HD
Got a bag at a young age, that's a great thing
Hit the finish line like we finna buy kicks
That's why you see cheese every time we taking flicks
Sunday morning rollover, put it on my bitch
Clean white socks, hardwoods at the crib
And I shoot my shot, follow-through with the wrist
Wet it up, putting up numbers, got them pissed
Incense burning, earning everything I get
Learned that they burn bridges, but they can't swim
Hold up
