Lyrics




Yeah popping to rock, millions
Dropping in places that want some silly sum
Yeah we dream and we watch closely
Fiending all these options but just get up off me
Yeh we on
Yeh we wanna feel you
Maybe I don't wanna come for previews
We just gotta sing
We don't gotta snort your blow
It's the methadone
Why you always see us down below
They find what?
My prime it's
Scheduled to come now
I contemplate whoah
They don't believe this
Something I hold close
I got my real cats
Shout out to day ones
Yeah I'm all in my minds
I gotta get away from venues that won't give me a dime
They make me sell all these tix then wanna take all my shit
They gotta reak havoc & then just reap all the benefits
I'm pyscho, I'm tryna see your mind
I'm seeing wires crossed up damn, I got the sight
Life's the craziest ever
Tryna find a fucken job that'll pay me whatever
But they won't
Got that thing on lock
This won't ever fucken hit your spot
And I try to help you when that shit move slow
But you just so attached so I got to go
Money on my mind
The hustle never changes girl I know
It's funny all the time
When I see these bitches come and go
And nothings been the same
Ever since I seen my gang made that gold
I'm tryna get paid
Night and day
Cause life ain't free
Lotus on my fucken mind
Cigs up on the counter
It's too early just to catch your shine
I've got hella shit that I wanna flip
Crack the whip, upon yourself and become so legit
But Ima
Go getter, spaz I'm so much greater in it
I lucked out man, you still falling for all these hoe women
Bring me judgement, while I pay for the whole game
I'm tryna get on, but these bitches want the same thing
He say, she say, oh no
Fucked up and I'm on my own
Feel that and I'm tryna go
Killed that and I still seem low
Man you were the greatest
You slipped the fucken cages
Showed us making life from the pavements
You came through all the time, I'm never comprehending, gosh
Why you don't acknowledge me, it's an ample God
Ample opportunity to set it
Dealing with these feelings I'm just tryna really respect it



Writer(s): Filip Mitrovic



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