This Time (feat. Raven)

I'm good

Like I thought I'd be

What'd

Fresh as fruit off ya grandma tree

Uh

Family bbqs right across the street

And the drama always comin from ya Aunties

When my Uncle coming home

He the family favorite

Wanna slide on that boy who they say hated

I like the cranberry juice with my 42

Bumpin Ye Good Life

That's the family tune

We be on the pettiest shit

Know how the family do

Playin spades

Shoot the fade

Throwing cards like grenades

Dnt make us bomb ya

We ain't the one homie

But we the 1s homie

Know where we from homie

Get drunk

Start pulling out money

This life is great

Just think if we put it together

What we could make

If you think they hatin now

Just wait till we make it shake

And you know they'll never say it

To our face

Who me

I'm in the banned Jordan one

Sum'n low key

Sum'n you know is fly

But wouldn't make you notice me

My **** let's make a toast

On the count of three

One

Two

Three

May all your losses become Wins

May all your downs go Up

May your dreams be Reality

Your hate turn Love

May your war become Peace

And may your dollars Increase!

An you Fight Like Kobe Did

When he tore Achilles

This could be ya last shot

Boy you better take

And dnt be up there playing round

Boy you better make

We were cut from this type cloth

You can't fake it

And if you can't earn it

And you need it

Then you better take it

They gon clap

When I'm making my exit

They gon say I did my thing

I was on some next shit

Drivin in my own lane

This the route to perfection

Sum'n bad pax side

You know that she sexy