Lyrics New Obstacles - MoneyMarr

Everyday it′s a new obstacle
I'm tryna fly to the islands, the tropical
She ate the dick, suck it up like a popsicle
Coupe S550, hop out the audible
We got so many sticks, you would think it′s impossible
We made a sin on they block, it was horrible
So many racks, I got stacks 'cause I'm logical
At the top, gotta wait with me, bitch, I′m unstoppable
You can′t fuck with this drip, bitch, this new Cartier
Situations don't matter, we shoot everywhere
You ain′t sendin' them shots, nigga shoot in the air
I just rocked out the show with Off-White and Moncler
Twenty bands, get ′em gone in the blink of an eye
No, I can't say too much but that pressure applied
They mistake me for bad and I′m wondering why
Tryna get to the top, we stuck under the sky

Everyday I'm tryna hit shit
We got them choppers, lil' nigga, that big shit
And I′m cocky, got bitches, lil′ nigga, I'm big lit
In the trap, it′s Draco and Big T, they got big hits
Put the pot on the stove, beat the bowl with my wrist quick
'Member back in the day, bitches wasn′t on this dick
Now my pockets got swole and lil' nigga, I′m big rich
I was down, I was broke, had to make me a big switch
I'ma keep breaking the bank 'til the day that I die
I been goin′ through shit so that′s why I be high
We got cutters, gon' spark like it′s Fourth of July
What's the use of that bitch if she ain′t gon' supply?
And the doors of the whip open up like it fly
I′ma cool on the opp if them niggas gon' hide
We gon' bool on the block until it′s time to slide
What′s the use of them choppers if you ain't gon′ ride?
And we don't do new niggas, it don′t matter 'bout who it is
I remember them nights when I thought I was through with this
Four pockets full, I bet you wouldn′t know what to do with this
I'ma send me a hit, nigga, I ain't gon′ send a diss
12 hit the block, kicked the trap, yeah, they sent a blitz
Up the pole with the grip, hollow gave him a big kiss
You ain′t holding me up from the check, gotta get the chips

Spin on the rip, poppin' out and we hittin′ shit

Everyday it's a new obstacle
I′m tryna fly to the islands, the tropical
She ate the dick, suck it up like a popsicle
Coupe S550, hop out the audible
We got so many sticks, you would think it's impossible
We made a sin on they block, it was horrible
So many racks, I got stacks ′cause I'm logical
At the top, gotta wait with me, bitch, I'm unstoppable
You can′t fuck with this drip, bitch, this new Cartier
Situations don′t matter, we shoot everywhere
You ain't sendin′ them shots, nigga shoot in the air
I just rocked out the show with Off-White and Moncler
Twenty bands, get 'em gone in the blink of an eye
No, I can′t say too much but that pressure applied
They mistake me for bad and I'm wondering why
Tryna get to the top, we stuck under the sky