Lyrics

I'm keeping my calm, these niggas doing the most Shit for the views to go broke We don't get along. Reason why I be alone Living out all of these songs, look I don't know cars But I just had to get ghost Really the fuck is you on? Don't be alarmed, niggas just call me a joke But won't admit when he wrong You stuck in the past How you expect to excel Worried what you never had? Look go get a bag, these niggas want you to fail Wanna see you in the grass but They'll never last. I know his spinal is frail Ironic he stabbing yo back while giving you dap I got a pack in the mail Suge how I'm whipping it fast, gone I'm making moves to the bank Aye Yall niggas ain't getting money But you still blue in the face Aye I can't be moving in place Aye I'm staying secluded ain't hanging with dudes Cuz they probably cruise with the jakes Aye, Stanley Kubrick with the range Yeah shoot a movie cuz I'm shining Man you grooving with the finest Aye, Think I need a metal jacket Aye, Steer a nigga to the passion Fear got 'em living backwards I ain't never been a blacksmith Don't meddle with me and I'm straight Aye under pressure feeling great Aye, never stress about the hate Yeah, niggas feather with the weight Shit, I'm just sparring out my class Aye, write a hook and that's a jab Aye, paint bodies on the canvas This ain't a hobby when it's managed Yall don't really understand shit I'm tryna buy my mom a mansion Couple islands by the Hamptons Sonning niggas like I'm Sanford No one's fucking with my bandwidth Someone come and get their man, shit I see you swipe but never scamming Don't wonder why a nigga be low I see my future going beast mode I got the juice and the cheat codes They follow suit cuz the team strong I'm keeping my calm, these niggas doing the most Shit for the views to go broke We don't get along. Reason why I be alone Living out all of these songs, look I don't know cars But I just had to get ghost Really the fuck is you on? Look Don't be alarmed, niggas just call me a joke But won't admit when he wrong You stuck in the past How you expect to excel Worried what you never had? Look Go get a bag, these niggas want you to fail Wanna see you in the grass but They'll never last. I know his spinal is frail Ironic he stabbing yo back while giving you dap I got a pack in the mail Suge how I'm whipping it fast, gone
Writer(s): Devin Burgess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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