Glide

Don't tell me what the fuck to do I'm not into the life you chose I'm followin' what the greatest do I've got nothin' left to prove Don't tell me what the fuck to do I'm not into the life you chose I'm followin' what the greatest do I've got nothin' left to prove Let me ride in the night time Let me shine when I want to Let me take two more shots Then maybe I'll talk to, you I don't really go out much, queen I don't really think doubts a, thing Drama go up then I go, away Talk down never see my, face If a friend change up, never was one If I hit your line no plus one If she pay me gotta be a hunnid Talkin' bout a hit song I want one Want two, want three, want ten They see me out like damn I came up showin' love Now I don't see it back It's cool though, got no kudos No dope, got mine from pluto I kick my vice, I lose those I aim for Mars no Bruno Don't tell me what the fuck to do I'm not into the life you chose I'm followin' what the greatest do I've got nothin' left to prove I got my baby waitin' somewhere in the 209 I got a pistol with some bullets if you fuck with mine I got no hatred in my system why you got to lie Everybody love to talk, nobody love to work Fuck all them weirdo guys I, got my weed and company, I don't like to see police I cannot be what you want, all I want to be is me So take that shit to the bank and laugh with it It's set in stone like an affidavit I get sick by practicin' My dream come true, my dream come true By goin' hard when I do Everything, my life has molded into all this proof, proof So call my mom, you can ask Why I want you, oh, so bad Why you call me when I'm sad, it's hard to call you back Don't tell me what the fuck to do I'm not into the life you chose I'm followin' what the greatest do I've got nothin' left to prove