Yeah
And
Where
Haven't
We
Been yet
Uh
They look up the Jets
You can't stop ma plane
Nigga you can't do a thangUh machete sharp
My dream's to recognize the Ferrari's heart
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let 'em play you
Fuck 'em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running through my shoes
For the day that I can kick 'em off
RelaxI said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shh, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Sucker ? y'all stuck to them digits
Wonder why I won't eat with ya
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I shook the dice and rolled
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I get busy
You think you know but ain't sureFool.
Songwriters
Franklin, Shante / Willis, DavidPublished by
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