Lyrics

I'm catching the vibe controlling my peace protecting my energy Is you gone be down won't open yo legs if they ever sentence me You knew I was hurting wasn't hearing me out So how is you here for me I pay in the front don't need nobody Talking about what they deen did for me A 100 something P's in 50 something days Is what it done did for me Boy deep in his hating just mention me silent Whenever you mention me Go hustle the hardest get money regardless You gotta to mention me Think I'm traumatized by when I fell off Look what it deen did to me God bless it all the trap niggas, Hallelujah Just handle all my enemies and friends or I'm gone do it I might book me a flight today and then take off tomorrow To fuck on a stewardess And you see I been good so don't come round Disturbing my peace like you Ludacris I got money put up for all of my kids I'm blessed so you can not ruin it I got family that snitch on me on drop just know they can die Don't give a fuck who it is The space I was in was small but look at me now Think I was just risking my life was going both ways Just to get by damn right Think about all the weed I done sold Was getting it off but wasn't seeing no Pro's When yo energy off can't expect to be on (ha ha, yeah) I'm catching the vibe controlling my peace protecting my energy Is you gone be down won't open yo legs if they ever sentence me You knew I was hurting wasn't hearing me out So how is you here for me I pay in the front dont need nobody Talking about what they deen did for me A 100 something P's in 50 something days Is what it done did for me Boy deep in his hating just mention me silent Whenever you mention me Go Hustle the hardest get money regardless You gotta to mention me Think I'm traumatized by when I fell off Look what it deen did to me Who the best nigga that you ever had in yo life You better mention me And I'm knowing your nigga he probably be treating you right You still be missing me I be lowkey as hell and smooth as fuck If I pop you they won't even mention me And yeah I be giving out sacks to my people And still be giving back to communities Had a threesome with two Puerto Ricans I didn't even know That's a hell of a memory I be counting my profits before I get done with the bag I'm claiming my victory Not hanging with niggas because they got money, that's wack Cause we ain't all poor you still gone be lame Whenever you close all your apps If you see me crying I'm releasin my angry You touch one of mine you gone turn to an angle Let a nigga slide then a nigga start skating And we count on each other aint counting no favors I'm thankful I'm catching the vibe controlling my peace protecting my energy Is you gone be down won't open yo legs if they ever sentence me You knew I was hurting wasn't hearing me out So how is you here for me I pay in the front don't need nobody Talking about what they deen did for me A 100 something P's in 50 something days Is what it done did for me Boy deep in his hating just mention me silent Whenever you mention me Go hustle the hardest get money regardless You gotta to mention me Think I'm traumatized by when I fell off Look what it deen did to me
Writer(s): Dominique Maybanks, Rich Jay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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