[Chorus]
Fifty thousand, all designer
Yeah I spent enough this week
Too much smoke up in these streets
I hope these angels cover me
That metal tucked
My head up
I think 'bout giving up
But I'm a warrior like curry
I can't stop
I'm having snakes up in my grass
They worser than the opps
I climbed a mountain to get to where I'm at
My wrist on rock
Hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(My wrist on)
[Verse 1]
If I wasn't rapping, prolly be at home in a shootout now
On dee I'm ballin' but instead he screaming "two for one"
When you living wrong, it be shit you can't {?]
I got choppers in the couch, I put a lambo in thе yard
Louis V lenses, see demons through thе dark
I wake up get that bag, I don't have no time for yawning
We ain't doing no attempts and we ain't tryna get even
I just came to drop the bag and stop that pussy from breathing
Glock ain't got no safety hope them niggas play defense
Early morning, late nights I been facing my demons
In and out the system it affect how I'm rising
I know it don't get better so don't come and remind me
[Chorus]
Fifty thousand, all designer
Yeah I spent enough this week
Too much smoke up in these streets
I hope these angels cover me
That metal tucked
My head up
I think 'bout giving up
But I'm a warrior like curry
I can't stop
I'm having snakes up in my grass
They worser than the opps
I climbed a mountain to get to where I'm at
My wrist on rock
Hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(My wrist on)
[Verse 2]
... [?] on the OG we don't know who shoot slim
Hardest part about these tears is I been holding them in
We do not need no new friends so ain't letting them in
Pocket names, so many died
Wanna go back when I was five
I'm tryna find another life
I just hope that it get right
[Chorus]
Fifty thousand, all designer
Yeah I spent enough this week
Too much smoke up in these streets
I hope these angels cover me
That metal tucked
My head up
I think 'bout giving up
But I'm a warrior like curry
I can't stop
I'm having snakes up in my grass
They worser than the opps
I climbed a mountain to get to where I'm at
My wrist on rock
Hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(My wrist on)
Fifty thousand, all designer
Yeah I spent enough this week
Too much smoke up in these streets
I hope these angels cover me
That metal tucked
My head up
I think 'bout giving up
But I'm a warrior like curry
I can't stop
I'm having snakes up in my grass
They worser than the opps
I climbed a mountain to get to where I'm at
My wrist on rock
Hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(My wrist on)
[Verse 1]
If I wasn't rapping, prolly be at home in a shootout now
On dee I'm ballin' but instead he screaming "two for one"
When you living wrong, it be shit you can't {?]
I got choppers in the couch, I put a lambo in thе yard
Louis V lenses, see demons through thе dark
I wake up get that bag, I don't have no time for yawning
We ain't doing no attempts and we ain't tryna get even
I just came to drop the bag and stop that pussy from breathing
Glock ain't got no safety hope them niggas play defense
Early morning, late nights I been facing my demons
In and out the system it affect how I'm rising
I know it don't get better so don't come and remind me
[Chorus]
Fifty thousand, all designer
Yeah I spent enough this week
Too much smoke up in these streets
I hope these angels cover me
That metal tucked
My head up
I think 'bout giving up
But I'm a warrior like curry
I can't stop
I'm having snakes up in my grass
They worser than the opps
I climbed a mountain to get to where I'm at
My wrist on rock
Hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(My wrist on)
[Verse 2]
... [?] on the OG we don't know who shoot slim
Hardest part about these tears is I been holding them in
We do not need no new friends so ain't letting them in
Pocket names, so many died
Wanna go back when I was five
I'm tryna find another life
I just hope that it get right
[Chorus]
Fifty thousand, all designer
Yeah I spent enough this week
Too much smoke up in these streets
I hope these angels cover me
That metal tucked
My head up
I think 'bout giving up
But I'm a warrior like curry
I can't stop
I'm having snakes up in my grass
They worser than the opps
I climbed a mountain to get to where I'm at
My wrist on rock
Hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(My wrist on)
( Backend Foreign )
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