Uh
Yea
Uh
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Uh
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Uh
Yea
This music I can feel it in my soul
Deep down a heart of gold, that I been tryna keep composed
But these struggles ain't no joke
In life there's bout' a million ways to grow
Although we all take different roads
Different pathways that we chose
If we ain't wealthy then we broke (FUCK)
Out here cruising yachts while I'm just tryna stay afloat
I'm just tryna stay afloat
Already know that I'm a prodigy, but I don't gotta be
I mastered the craft without them telling me they proud of me
And that shit way more deep, (ooo) than you getting on your knees
Saying that you sorry
I'm sorry there just ain't no guarantee
That we gonna fuck
She said Hold up, ain't you Nathaniel B
I said nah bitch don't fucking play with me
You gonna have to pay a fee
Ooh, pay a fee now
I shit on your bitch, she gonna wipe her feet now oh
(Uh yea)
And she on her knees now oh
Flew her on the plane we fucking overseas now oh
Get your bitch away from all of these clowns oh
I was tryna save you but she done became a hoe oh
Oh yeah, yeah she done became a hoe oh
Oh yeah, yeah she done became a hoe
I think about you everyday, bout' how you treated me in my face
Spitting in my eyes like you spraying some fucking mace
Talk behind my back, like you some fucking snakes (what)
Fuck all ya'll personally ya'll all some fucking fakes
Ya'll just mad that I'm winning this race
I take every step with maximum pace
Just like my flow, this shit as strong as a tank
Pull up on your bitch and I'm smoking on the dank
Fuck a bitch boy name Frank, F-Frank uh
You thought she was yours but she just a hoe
Too bad dawg that's just really how it goes
I ain't wanna do it to you bro I had to let you know
I was tryna stay cool, tryna keep my control
Yeah she just a hoe, don't fuck with these bitches
Never trust a soul
Never tell a thing she might tell the PoPo
And they don't want that smoke smoke
Disgusting!, Disgusting
With the bro bros
With the bro bro oh
They don't want that smoke smoke
Uh, with the fucking bro bro (uh)
They don't want that smoke smoke
With the bro bro, with the bro bros
Uh
Yea
Uh
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Uh
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Uh
Yea
This music I can feel it in my soul
Deep down a heart of gold
That I been tryna keep composed
But these struggles ain't no joke
In life there's bout' a million ways to grow
Although we all take different roads
Different pathways that we chose
If we ain't wealthy then we broke (FUCK)
Out here cruising yachts while I'm just tryna stay afloat
I'm just tryna stay afloat
Already know that I'm a prodigy