Pots and Pans

Fly high, Fendi, man, rest in peace Hey, yeah, product of choices In the end, it all goes down to me I don\'t care if you pushing dreams or pushing ounce of trees

Can\'t judge it if you got some mouths to feed. Times is hard, so boundaries get broke and lines get crossed. Rest in peace, Johnny, you snakes is thriving And my real one\'s signing off. Had some homies that turned on me, but trust me, that was a minor loss.

Now I move choosey, truly ain\'t gon\' lose sleep Over peeps that was offered loyalty, but choose Beef. I got bigger things on my mind that make my spine toss and turn I took some loss to earn, I had a lot to learn,

Now I got more sons than cannon, beat bangin\' like pots and pans. Shorty mixin\' spritzer with the vodka cran’ Leave the spot with fingers locked in hand, Ego shot can stop a man. Faith in God, he got a plan. Mercy needed, I ain\'t perfect either. Every verse get deeper than the last one i got these rappers like oh not again say they not a fan but act a lot like stans peeping every move and creeping y\'all been only active on the weekend. Aura stronger than your lineup, teachers wondered where

i\'d wind up tell them somewhere maccn in designer mistakes follow me but it\'s time to wise up boy, it\'s time to rise up boy y\'all be looking like a lot of toys not making a lot of noise yeah yall got a lot of nerve saying alot of shit u

not just using a lot of words yeah yeah i gotta swerve. Shorty want me to go there i don\'t really wanna go there i don\'t feel my soul yeah don\'t make it bring the pole yeah