[Verse 1]
Finna ink 'em with a quill, now they calling me a poet
Bossing up on all these niggas, I would never ever show it
Cause these hoes want the name
Tryna fuck and get saved
They should really know
I can't even fly bitch you are not Lois
I can't even fly bitch you are not Lois
Money stay long, Fantasic
Had to make the bands stretch big no elastic
Gooling where its snowy in the hills up out in aspen
Glizzy Montana, finna throw 'em with a backspin
Mag like Moss, how these bullets known to catch him
Imma do the dash, put the Masi' on galactic
If I keep swerving like this Imma end up in a casket
Aiming for the heavens, catch a light and cause a blackout
Lock up on a bag and throw the bands up in the mattress
I don't trust the bank cause opposition know to act out
And I could shoot a movie, lemme catch a nigga lacking
Leave him in the past tense
He get crossed out
Now they throwing riots on the block now
Haters calling me the trash man
Get to dumping whole cans
I got all sticks and the drums
With the whole band
Maybe I had it good a little, don't mean I got old bands
Once y'all get to bugging off the woods, I'll spray your whole camp
Its rest in peace them niggas that got caught up in the smoke, damn
That shit got me bawling in the field like I'm a pro
Gotta put on for them niggas that can't do it anymore
Just for them me and the brodies dropping on the floor
Let the bottles pile on up in the room and overflow
Cause without the lost ones, this would be a life I never know
[Hook]
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Flow like Very Rare
Throwing .38s
Oppas catch 'em by the pair
Niggas calling me the truth, this is not no dare
I been spazzing in the booth
Got nonbelievers sending prayers
I don't move drugs, I don't feel love, yeah, yeah
They all with the gimmicks got me fucked up
And they'll climb fast, saying "ain't nobody doing this"
But when the time pass y'all be looking back like "who he is"
(Like "who that nigga")
Drop a cool 80
On a 440
I'm that nigga of the house, it ain't no Cory
Kicked that bit up out the house, that was your shorty
You ain't pressing, you just acting stupid
Stressing, nigga I been doing alright
[Hook]
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
Finna ink 'em with a quill, now they calling me a poet
Bossing up on all these niggas, I would never ever show it
Cause these hoes want the name
Tryna fuck and get saved
They should really know
I can't even fly bitch you are not Lois
I can't even fly bitch you are not Lois
Money stay long, Fantasic
Had to make the bands stretch big no elastic
Gooling where its snowy in the hills up out in aspen
Glizzy Montana, finna throw 'em with a backspin
Mag like Moss, how these bullets known to catch him
Imma do the dash, put the Masi' on galactic
If I keep swerving like this Imma end up in a casket
Aiming for the heavens, catch a light and cause a blackout
Lock up on a bag and throw the bands up in the mattress
I don't trust the bank cause opposition know to act out
And I could shoot a movie, lemme catch a nigga lacking
Leave him in the past tense
He get crossed out
Now they throwing riots on the block now
Haters calling me the trash man
Get to dumping whole cans
I got all sticks and the drums
With the whole band
Maybe I had it good a little, don't mean I got old bands
Once y'all get to bugging off the woods, I'll spray your whole camp
Its rest in peace them niggas that got caught up in the smoke, damn
That shit got me bawling in the field like I'm a pro
Gotta put on for them niggas that can't do it anymore
Just for them me and the brodies dropping on the floor
Let the bottles pile on up in the room and overflow
Cause without the lost ones, this would be a life I never know
[Hook]
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Flow like Very Rare
Throwing .38s
Oppas catch 'em by the pair
Niggas calling me the truth, this is not no dare
I been spazzing in the booth
Got nonbelievers sending prayers
I don't move drugs, I don't feel love, yeah, yeah
They all with the gimmicks got me fucked up
And they'll climb fast, saying "ain't nobody doing this"
But when the time pass y'all be looking back like "who he is"
(Like "who that nigga")
Drop a cool 80
On a 440
I'm that nigga of the house, it ain't no Cory
Kicked that bit up out the house, that was your shorty
You ain't pressing, you just acting stupid
Stressing, nigga I been doing alright
[Hook]
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
I been doing alright
I remember we was goolin' all night
I don't know y'all end up on the far side
But Now we doing numbers on our own time
On our own time
( TCM Optic )
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