Federal Express

Find the bricks to make a home You don't gotta take a loan You could make the bread alone Now I'm staying in my zone Money lurking so we can't fail No more slipping knowing damn well If you ever see me cuffed I need my handheld Been a scholar know Ebonics Learning bout the economics Found the money I was dolo And was mobile I ain't need a sidekick Need you solid You could keep ya pockets Keep the highest calibers He thought he seen a rocket On a different caliber You can't see me stop it I invested in my aim I ain't need to stock it Niggas see you makin moves Then they need to top it Gotta love you wit a cost I ain't need to profit Livin' like you gonna fold Out the stress another load What i'm bout you gonna know Need a scout i'm on the road I ain't really tryna rush it I ain't tryna be in public Only comin' for the business You ain't gang then ion trust it Now I got my vision clear Switching how I'm living here Livin good ain't what they say And karma fake I been aware Stayed 100, shit was weird Knowing that the end is near Know you boutta leave me hanging I could feel it in the air Never really wanted perfect Ion really serve a purpose I was tryna build the serpents And got bit it wasn't worth it No more feelings heart is frozen Now I'm closing up the curtains Still got trophies cuz I earned em Love my scars because I learned em Hope they coming with the checks But I gotta get the bread I could ship it to ya door Like it's federal express I got stronger thru the bull Had me beefing wit the lord It's already fucked up When I get it off my chest Mental hanging by a thread I can't fake it in my head Why they want me at my lowest Now I'm moving like they dead Bein real is not a flex Hold it down you lose yourself Keep ya eye on what's important So at the end you knew ya self I ain't gotta change up That ain't how I do myself They ain't tryna keep it formal Then I gotta suit myself Humble when I'm gettin more Humble when you living fraud Now I let my nuts hang nigga Who I'm living for Never really wanted perfect Ion really serve a purpose I was tryna build the serpents And got bit it wasn't worth it No more feelings heart is frozen Now I'm closing up the curtains Still got trophies cuz I earned em Love my scars because I learned em Hope they coming with the checks But I gotta get the bread I could ship it to ya door Like it's federal express I got stronger thru the bull Had me beefing wit the lord It's already fucked up When I get it off my chest