Nigga smoke back to back
Thoughts still flowing
Remember the last time with the guys
I swear I'm still floating
Son getting big and I swear he still growing
Lost a lot of family members but we still going
When you a star athlete they expect a nigga to be a Jordan
I was more of a burroughs but I’m still boasting
Still relevant balling hard like a Dallas Maverick
Got to update niggas like they on my fucking status
Tired of the common fast food jobs and still I have it
Thinking one day I'll leave and I'll fucking manage
What’s your occupation I swear I fucking manage
Broken hearts and broken dreams I'm forever damage
Still I manage to see importance
Music on my mind I'm brainstorming a new chorus
Organizing the catalog think I need more storage
Life moving fast but I proceed as a tortoise
Keep your head up but things never getting better
Niggas wear straps like they fu king wearing sweaters
Don't mind the clothing it's not because of the weather
But niggas will definitely chin check you for your cheddar
Still managing my time working around my fucking schedule
We ball through better heights but not like molecules we not grouped together
I hold my head high and say I'm truly gifted
When I'm high I hold my head and I say I'm truly lifted
Always wanna see better days I say I swear it
They say we shouldn’t but again I did it
Like this blunt I just smoked I swear I missed
All the signs they showed me I swear I missed it
But I just make music party hard Jimi Hendrix
Rhymes spill from my conscience I can’t conceal it
Big as Bane but stay in my lane don't need the attention
About face if she really want some attention
Too many fish in the sea and I swear I’m not fishing
But you mad because you wanted everything Robin Gibbons
When I pull up now your eyes big like a Simpson
When I'm flexing with Valabasas ontop of some RAF Simmons
Break down the fit wrapped in the colors of Clemson
Bart on the tee sitting smoking a blunt and holding his Gibson
Singing something about a women made by Sean Kingston
But main idea is why life can't just be so simple
Can't see your worst fear but you feel all the symptoms
Attempting to follow up all my dreams so they feel them
And stay high see even then I can’t feel them
Killing these niggas and I swear I'm doing it with no filter
Boss status I'm enjoying the product and still I tip her
Give her nice tip and say it's ok and nothing killing her
But in disguise code name Jack the Ripper
Three
Thoughts still flowing
Remember the last time with the guys
I swear I'm still floating
Son getting big and I swear he still growing
Lost a lot of family members but we still going
When you a star athlete they expect a nigga to be a Jordan
I was more of a burroughs but I’m still boasting
Still relevant balling hard like a Dallas Maverick
Got to update niggas like they on my fucking status
Tired of the common fast food jobs and still I have it
Thinking one day I'll leave and I'll fucking manage
What’s your occupation I swear I fucking manage
Broken hearts and broken dreams I'm forever damage
Still I manage to see importance
Music on my mind I'm brainstorming a new chorus
Organizing the catalog think I need more storage
Life moving fast but I proceed as a tortoise
Keep your head up but things never getting better
Niggas wear straps like they fu king wearing sweaters
Don't mind the clothing it's not because of the weather
But niggas will definitely chin check you for your cheddar
Still managing my time working around my fucking schedule
We ball through better heights but not like molecules we not grouped together
I hold my head high and say I'm truly gifted
When I'm high I hold my head and I say I'm truly lifted
Always wanna see better days I say I swear it
They say we shouldn’t but again I did it
Like this blunt I just smoked I swear I missed
All the signs they showed me I swear I missed it
But I just make music party hard Jimi Hendrix
Rhymes spill from my conscience I can’t conceal it
Big as Bane but stay in my lane don't need the attention
About face if she really want some attention
Too many fish in the sea and I swear I’m not fishing
But you mad because you wanted everything Robin Gibbons
When I pull up now your eyes big like a Simpson
When I'm flexing with Valabasas ontop of some RAF Simmons
Break down the fit wrapped in the colors of Clemson
Bart on the tee sitting smoking a blunt and holding his Gibson
Singing something about a women made by Sean Kingston
But main idea is why life can't just be so simple
Can't see your worst fear but you feel all the symptoms
Attempting to follow up all my dreams so they feel them
And stay high see even then I can’t feel them
Killing these niggas and I swear I'm doing it with no filter
Boss status I'm enjoying the product and still I tip her
Give her nice tip and say it's ok and nothing killing her
But in disguise code name Jack the Ripper
Three
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