Living fast on these bitches
Going up I'm w my bros yeah
Balling on a budget
Gotta a milly in the scope yeah
Got it out the mud
Runnin up they make you fold yeah
Never had a trust
Only made my heart cold yeah
Playing games so I got her a controller
Smoking dope all this weight up on my shoulder
Gas is strong so you know it got a odor
She was basic told the bitch that I could clone her
Running up that check
Yeah I gotta try
So much pain in my heart
See it in my eyes
Growing up it was hard
Mama always cried
I was buggin I was thinking bout taking my life
Now I gotta make it out
I was pent up in the house
Writing songs about the drought
Now I'm moving on
Shit was really going south
I was smoking on the loud
Writing songs about depression
Now I'm moving strong
Living fast on these bitches
Going up I'm with my bros yeah
Balling on a budget
Gotta a milly in the scope yeah
Got it out the mud
Runnin up they make you fold yeah
Never had a trust
Only made my heart cold yeah
Playing games so I got her a controller
Smoking dope all this weight up on my shoulder
Gas is strong so you know it got a odor
She was basic told the bitch that I could clone her