(Intro)
Aye, you know I feel like a King right now?
(Chorus)
I was out driving in the whip, tryna see if I’ll find another path
So sick and tired of this shit, gotta survive ‘cause this could be my last
Do not talk on the phone when I’m home alone ‘cause I’m busy tryna get a win
They be hating on me now, they wasn’t hating back then
(Verse 1)
Until I got money
I’m stacking up like it’s nothing, peep what a nigga becoming
I was down bad, they was throwing they shade but I do not got time for these people assumptions
We got more tecs than Draymond
Don’t come round the gang if it’s meant to be played
And it’s too many bitches to wait on, I’m looking for faces to paint on
It doesn’t matter the beat, I’ma murk it with ease
Ain’t tryna be popular, that isn’t me
Most people had wanted the Airbnb but I said I’ma party and smoke with the team
If you got my back , there is no reason for you to react
Add up my funds , they won’t ever subtract
Joining the gang, you got time to adapt
When I’m on the beat, I keep going and going like a battery
I kept it real with her so why she mad with me?
And ain’t no need to plan shit out , I got the strategies
Can’t hold me for nothing, I’m the first one that could blow
Sending nudes ain’t doing shit for me , you fucking with my hormones
It’s sad that most these toxic bitches can’t go back to normal
Could choose to hang around but I prefer to move it solo
Fuck with us , we leave you suited up and ready for the formal
(Chorus)
I was out driving in the whip, tryna see if I’ll find another path
So sick and tired of this shit, gotta survive ‘cause this could be my last
Do not talk on the phone when I’m home alone ‘cause I’m busy tryna get a win
They be hating on me now, they wasn’t hating back then
(Verse 2)
So what they mean? We ain’t for gymnastics, my right one known to clutch the beam
Smokin’ backwoods , exotic , the honey bourbon, russian cream
She gone want it in her throat cause she say she don’t wanna breath
And I get mad for no reason, I’ll have to smoke to blow some steam
How you been in the field when I been the one to coach the team?
I been trippin’ and geekin’ , I woke up thought it was a dream
If I stack up that money and take off, bet they notice me
OMB X OTG, 10-19-3, That’s JTC
(Chorus)
I was out driving in the whip, tryna see if I’ll find another path
So sick and tired of this shit, gotta survive ‘cause this could be my last
Do not talk on the phone when I’m home alone ‘cause I’m busy tryna get a win
They be hating on me now, they wasn’t hating back then
Aye, you know I feel like a King right now?
(Chorus)
I was out driving in the whip, tryna see if I’ll find another path
So sick and tired of this shit, gotta survive ‘cause this could be my last
Do not talk on the phone when I’m home alone ‘cause I’m busy tryna get a win
They be hating on me now, they wasn’t hating back then
(Verse 1)
Until I got money
I’m stacking up like it’s nothing, peep what a nigga becoming
I was down bad, they was throwing they shade but I do not got time for these people assumptions
We got more tecs than Draymond
Don’t come round the gang if it’s meant to be played
And it’s too many bitches to wait on, I’m looking for faces to paint on
It doesn’t matter the beat, I’ma murk it with ease
Ain’t tryna be popular, that isn’t me
Most people had wanted the Airbnb but I said I’ma party and smoke with the team
If you got my back , there is no reason for you to react
Add up my funds , they won’t ever subtract
Joining the gang, you got time to adapt
When I’m on the beat, I keep going and going like a battery
I kept it real with her so why she mad with me?
And ain’t no need to plan shit out , I got the strategies
Can’t hold me for nothing, I’m the first one that could blow
Sending nudes ain’t doing shit for me , you fucking with my hormones
It’s sad that most these toxic bitches can’t go back to normal
Could choose to hang around but I prefer to move it solo
Fuck with us , we leave you suited up and ready for the formal
(Chorus)
I was out driving in the whip, tryna see if I’ll find another path
So sick and tired of this shit, gotta survive ‘cause this could be my last
Do not talk on the phone when I’m home alone ‘cause I’m busy tryna get a win
They be hating on me now, they wasn’t hating back then
(Verse 2)
So what they mean? We ain’t for gymnastics, my right one known to clutch the beam
Smokin’ backwoods , exotic , the honey bourbon, russian cream
She gone want it in her throat cause she say she don’t wanna breath
And I get mad for no reason, I’ll have to smoke to blow some steam
How you been in the field when I been the one to coach the team?
I been trippin’ and geekin’ , I woke up thought it was a dream
If I stack up that money and take off, bet they notice me
OMB X OTG, 10-19-3, That’s JTC
(Chorus)
I was out driving in the whip, tryna see if I’ll find another path
So sick and tired of this shit, gotta survive ‘cause this could be my last
Do not talk on the phone when I’m home alone ‘cause I’m busy tryna get a win
They be hating on me now, they wasn’t hating back then
( JT Mari )
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