Lyrics

I'm gettin' to a check while I'm steppin' on they necks, woah Might need a Patek on my wrist for the time, bro The say, " Oh, my bad," when they see me, I be on go Never lose my cool, I'm too smooth, yeah, it's gon' show Homework, keep a tool Don't make the news, just count these blues Remember ridin' around in the Jags, ayy With a couple of killers, please don't flex, ayy Grew up in the G, I'm with it, ayy ( Ooh) Money callin', they stay hatin', bae ( They be hatin') Ayy, 'cause they be fakin' when they say, " I love you" ( Ooh) I tell 'em, " Don't lie to me" ( No, no) No matter if I trust you ( Trust) Make one slip and cut 'em up like surgery ( Surgery) It don't take nothin' to keep it real ( Real) And I know you won't ride for me ( Ooh) Answer the question, would you die for me? ( Ooh) Blues clues your body and collide with me ( Me) They say, " Trust the process" ( Process) Fightin' for what I want, it's a protest ( Protest) Still the man in middle school, ballin' like gym class Every time I move, pray that I don't crash Know no fairy tail, gotta make this dream last Gotta make my future better than my past
Writer(s): Brandon King, Andres Espana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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