Walk on Beats

Yeah...

(Hook)

Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long

Self sufficient **** no one put me on

I got my own for real

Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown

Last time I spoke on too much shit

And now I move alone for real

Now I move with caution

Every step cus this shit all on me

Funny how the ones they used to gas up

They all on E

No time to save the ones who fell off

Call on Jesus not on me

I gave up the streets

Now I just want that bag to walk on beats

Trey said you got it **** keep rapping

Blessings gone come down

My cousin Backwood up cus he trapping

Playing round with them pounds

The plug used to pullup in G-Wagons

I can cop one now

I hear the bass I hear the beat riding

Fuck it walk em down

Walking like I'm marching for our rights

I feel like MLK

The shit you say you racked up in a week

I spent that in day

You in the way been patient with my craft

I know its been a wait

But good things don't come fast and when it do

That shit disintegrates

Couple real ones left

And most of them locked up or in a grave

I get straight to the point its black or white

I'm never in the gray

I Feel the shade

They say my old shit crazy bitch I'm still insane

Don't label me no murderer

But I came here to kill the game

Yeah

Know Jesus walked on water

Well me personally I walk on beats

And now I'm moving cautious

I stay strapped but no seatbelts on me

I was on my dick tryna get free bands like FBG

I built a studio slept in that bitch I never kept no lease

Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long

Self sufficient **** no one put me on

I got my own for real

Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown

Last time I spoke on too much shit

And now I move alone for real

Now I move with caution

Every step cus this shit all on me

Funny how the ones they used to gas up

They all on E

No time to save the ones who fell off

Call on Jesus not on me

I gave up the streets

Now I just want that bag to walk on beats

Trey said you got it **** keep rapping

Blessings gone come down

My cousin Backwood up cus he trapping

Playing round with them pounds

The plug used to pullup in G-Wagons

I can cop one now

I hear the bass I hear the beat riding

Fuck it walk em down

Ain't get to walk my high school graduation

Still got my diploma

Ain't end up on no corner

I turned out just find a business owner

I knew I would pop

Right now I'm bubbling I still call it soda

Play my cards right and face card em

Llike it's Texas hold em

See back then my pockets was linty

I ain't have a penny I needed a toner

They slept on me and my potential

Well fuck it ain't waking em up from the coma

Now I can book me a flight to West

And pull out in Mclarens in motion

Cause Trey got a fleet of Exotic cars thats a million plus in Arizona

Yeah, TR3YON EXOTICS

Ain't gotta pay outta pocket

Ain't gotta put down deposits

Don't gotta whip out a wallet

We used to thug on the Nawfside

R.I.P to the rocket

**** been locked in for some years

You can't get a piece of the profit

Know Jesus walked on water

Well me personally I walk on beats

And now I'm moving cautious

I stay strapped but no seatbelts on me

I was on my dick tryna get free bands like FBG

I built a studio slept in that bitch I never kept no lease

(Hook)

Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long

Self sufficient **** no one put me on

I got my own for real

Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown

Last time I spoke on too much shit

And now I move alone for real