C'mon

Aye aye

Aye

I feel like

Like they don't really know me, They say I'm two-faced

Stay strapped up like the velcro on my kicks before I knew how to tie my shoelace

Might hit the club on Tuesday, you know who paid

Her mans doomsday, I was up in her mouth like toothpaste

Sometimes I wonder if she love me, or she love what's of me

Moncler bubbles, for the days when it's not so sunny

Ever since I saw the struggle, learned just how to walk to money

People who don't know me say I'm talking funny

Yeah I been chillin, I just had to kick the habits jack

Know I been cold with no stylist like where my jacket at

Kid be stacking blues an pinks, yeah just like the sour patch

I know they sleep bout how I'm coming, shit I took a power nap

RZL just punched me in, you know I had to

Keep the circle small, motherfuckers not gonna dap you

Cop a pop at the corner yo nearest town when I go pass through

And I'm still in school, stacking all these blues, I know I'll pass too

I heard that tape you dropped, and it got shut down

Twenty thousand plays off of Grand River, I'm at Uptown

Fi-fi-fifty plays on yours, my boys'll spend that on a bust down

In Mount Pleasant fired up, you would think I scored the touchdown

Like what the fuck is rap, you should know that you can't fuck with me

You be out here pressed bout what the white boy gon do on the beat

Brody know it's wraps, when a striker spin up on his street

Cargos and some three's, already know ain't no spill on the tee

Now it's two AM, just leave me lone

I'm prolly some place in the booth, or posted somewhere you can't go

I know they staring at me, popping out abnormal clothes

This a different cloth, no you can't cop this at your local sto's

Can't sip on drank, it hurt my stomach, brother pouring four's

Might spark a wood up in that booth, it get me in that mode

Yo mans be out here wearing khakis Brody work at kohls

And I heard they looking, come n find me, FN taking souls

Like nah for real

I've been tryna keep it trill

To be honest I can't chill until my face on dollar bills

I hug my moms up out the crib, I'm walking out pray for a deal

Tried to throw the streets away, but they still on me still

My path was paved before a deal, I promise baby shit get real

Can say I stacked a 10 before a chain, like dog I been watered

Do not ask me what's the word, can't even put up 10 dollars

I'm out in Mount Pleasant I'm tryna meet somebody rich daughter

Punching on that 808 my neighbors finna get bothered