Ahhh yeah yeah yeah
Hmmmmmmm
I'm driving down this country lane
Cah the roads are flames and I gotta stay away from feds
In this big boy range and its taking lanes on my way back to the ends
Z's of flake doing fifty-eight
Should've been doing less
If I get stopped I'm more than stressed
Hmmmm
See I know I'm living wrong
But someones gon' do it if I don't
I'm never far from dough
Always a call away
My, heart colder
From doing hand to hands, over and over
Ohhh oh oh
I had no olders
Everything I got
On my own
Three hundred grams how I eat my steak
Thousand grams if we're talking weight
Another life would've been different
Mmmmmmmm
Couldn't see a day that I leave this phone
Tough time made me good on my own
Another life would've been different
Oooooh oh oh
See I know I'm living wrong
But someones gon' do it if I don't
I'm never far from dough
Always a call away
My, heart colder
From doing hand to hands, over and over
Ohhh oh oh
I had no olders
Everything I got
On my own
My, heart colder
From doing hand to hands, over and over
Ohhh oh oh
I had no olders
Everything I got
On my own