Tekst Utworu

Not gonna lie this year I made bread But i'm still out ere' tryna make some more Still have dreams bout going on tour H2S Life really gave me a box in the face I been taking hits on hits like rocky Stay humble, I cant ever be cocky I pay my respects like im wearing a poppy I stepped right back so i could see more Took the shot now they calling me Scottie I'm still tryna bake but this aint no biscotti I eat with the real, my caramel hottie So many times that I caught snake bites Man im startin to think im immute to the venom Too much envy I feel like Emvee But its too soon to retire like Lennon The vision was blurry I made it clear Put on my specs never looked in the rear Still driving man i'm changing the gear En route to the top, grab the wheel & steer Not gonna lie this year I made bread But im still out ere tryna make some more Still have dreams bout going on tour And my bros outside tryna break the law Same way I really had fans going off Was the same way bro let the shotgun roar In for the win, man i've been tryna score But bro's on the wing, cus' hes been through the wars Not gonna lie, this year I made bread But i'm still out ere tryna make some more Still have dreams bout going on tour And my bros outside tryna break the law Same way I really had fans going off Was the same way bro let the shotgun roar In for the win, man I've been tryna score But bro's on the wing, cus' hes been through the wars The problems solved if im handling it They said that the game aint mine So i took one hand now im stranglin it Bro told me that the blocks on fire So im coolin, we'll hang in abit We're like twins, got bro how he got me The love like dreads so im tangling it Im never untangling it She dont like when im outside with the jackboys She knows how we might run out n' yak boys She hate how gang march and attack boys But she love how the streets calling me that boy Get me lit like pass me the yak boy Still in the shubz, outside with the bad boys I dont scream BLM anymore Cos' I might have beef with a black boy Them boy there try say that they're on It's funny, they ain't even plugged in I cant lie man you gotta sign out Man I've been online so they know that I logged in Made my wish in the booth, so we locked in Put in a shift 24s, so I clocked in Bro really thought he was Jason Mask on face with a chets when he clocked him Not gonna lie this year I made bread But i'm still out ere' tryna make some more Still have dreams bout going on tour And my bros outside tryna break the law Same way I really had fans going off Was the same way bro let the shotgun roar In for the win, man I've been tryna score But bro's on the wing, cus' he's been through the wars Not gonna lie this year I made bread But im still out ere tryna make some more Still have dreams bout going on tour And my bros outside tryna break the law Same way I really had fans going off Was the same way bro let the shotgun roar In for the win, man I've been tryna score But bro's on the wing, cus' hes been through the wars
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