Lyrics

Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was right Maybe obey, maybe don't sprite Maybe don't hate on some shit you never knew about All these motherfuckers in the gutter took the sewer route I'm tryna speak truth, I'm tryna get through All the while I still find time to get loose All the while I still tryna make my way to Idlewild Green grass, thick milfs smoking call em pot-o-files I be fucking bars up, especially when I'm charged up Back seat blogging, big body on the charger Two-tone rebel, like some level-headed armor Fucking up some destiny, indebted to the karma I can peddle backwards, I don't rock a fixed gear I don't need to pump breaks, I just stay in sixth gear, yeah Cold chilling, winning, some losses If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss Fuck plan B, we got plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day They concede, we conceive, let the band play Only give it up for a seed or my death day I'm tryna move dreams out, tryna see the dream house While they all gassed up, we be in the greenhouse (yeah) Cold chilling, winning, some losses If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss No plan B, we got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day No plan B, we got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Foolproof mirrors, lights so bright That money look good and that song sound nice And I don't see a reason over fiending for a fight So I'm playing these cards, hope I'm playing them right Right, yeah But no prob with it, I just bob with it Step out thankful, hell yeah, I got a job in it Like Black Rob, we oh'd just like whoa With a hand to the sky for shit we don't know 'Cause we take our dreams, put them in 3D Take them out that box, put them in that street Let them do that work, let them all just breathe Hell yeah, I'll be on it, 'cause them two tones cheat It's gray scales 'til the flat line 'Til I start to like golf and rock derby's while I'm chilling on the back nine Rocking a Jesus piece that's ironic Reading Richard Dawkins, sipping tangere and tonic Like a boss might, I set it off right That two-tone rebel never takes an off night Paying dues for a minute, get the cost right Keep my shit cold, I ain't in it for the frostbite I'm in it for the green grass, in it for the good times In it for the plot twists, in it for the story lines, yeah Cold chilling, winning some losses If you never took an L, then you'll never be a boss No plan B, we got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day No plan B, we got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day No plan B, we got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day No plan B, we got a plan A And hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day Hell yeah, I be going for it all day
Writer(s): Evan Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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