Uhm, you know d- , mmh
Uh, uh
You know that, uh, trip- man, (Go) go
Lemme catch my flow
You know that shit never, shit never go
You know the motion we having not gone
Been had a couple racks, before the song
Been that nigga way before I made a song
Young nigga, young nigga
Trap off the phone
Finna get rid of this tracfone (Uh)
Finna get rid of this cell
Niggas mad, you was praying I would fail
Imagine me failing, imagine for real
Locked in the stu making magic, for real
Neon guts, I feel like Pharell
(They tryna do what I do, I hope they well)
Somebody go check on them niggas
Somebody go check on them bitches
You got to get in your bag
Get out your feelings
You got to find your peace
What's your peace?
My shit counting this money
But that's just me
You got to find your peace
What's your peace
You got to find your peace
What's your peace
Learn a little sum about yourself
Fore you try to come at me
What's your fucking piece of the pie
What you put down p
You ain't put down nun
You not eating then, prolly (Gone head)
We been getting money so these receipts do not shock me
Why you spending on them hoes man, that's toxic
Know you got some skeletons stuck in your closet
Know we got some elephants that we not talking bout
So when I come up, I'm not tryna hear nothing
Fear of god on, see me tryna fear nothing
(Listen up)
Ho, just listen cuz you might just learn something
If you hate me, ok, you can be a lineman (Gone head)
Just took my jewelry off, I'm on a different timing
You tryna pull a race, but you in that Mercedes
Still tryna convince myself that you are not crazy
They down bad, get out the street or catch a stray
They down bad, what the fuck I'm posed to say
Somebody go check on them niggas
Somebody go check on them bitches
You got to get in your bag
Get out your feelings
You got to find your peace
What's your peace?
My shit counting this money
But that's just me