Lyrics Rewind - Rico Santino

Be serious right now
Seriously
I been on the run baby I can't fall in love
Running up these funds baby I can't be no scrub
Yeah
I been on the run baby I can't fall in love
Running up these funds baby I can't be no scrub
So ima take the pain and mix it with the drugs
I'ma take the pain
Mix it with the drugs
Yeah

Look I just been writing my story and they getting lost in the timeline
I can't even find time to spend up all this cash
Living life too fast yeah
I mean I just think we can do better
Yeah
I'm pacing back and forth right now like this the hardest shit
Sick of feeling underrated like fuck who's gonna acknowledge this
I was fresh in middle school like fuck a freshman list
Drop me off the load and watch me peddle it huh yeah
Been a trend setter boy you can ask the city about me
Its evident I'm heaven sent
These other guys irrelevant
If it flips we selling it
Time is money I'm on my grind
Choose wise because in life no one gets to rewind
Hold up I'm going off

These guys are serious
This a diss song shout out pat
Wax packs lets go

I been in my bag I think I'm stuck
Running up the digits all about my bucks
All these boys they hating yeah I know whats up
Different shawties with me everyday of the week they just wanna fuck the plug
Hold up
Count up the racks and I'm getting delirious
Hold up
She listen for me but for you she wasn't hearing it
Yeah slime that little bitch out when she on her period
I got the green stacked just like a pyramid
Bitch this money ain't dirty I just cleaned it
I ain't with the side talk nah these boys delirious if they think they getting a pass
This getting serious we put the smoke in the air
I been doing way too much and it really ain't fair
Fucked your baby mom like ops my bad
Look at them jocking the swag these boys sad
I don't wanna hear no chit chat about no man or I might spaz
Broke ass stupid little bitch I been getting cash living too fast for you to understand
I flipped a half a mill in the land but all this shit don't add
Demons round and spells cooking
Catching plays through western union
Every move I make they looking
I didn't earn this shit I took it
Send me the addy I'll book him
He drunk mumbling out the side of his head
If it ain't least four digits you should find another artist to book in my stead
My pockets they filled with the dead
More honorable then any these fuck boys that laid in your bed
Bitch your never find one realer
I ain't lost my vision shit got clearer