Since a young kid all I did was hear shit
Up in the crib, table and bib
Hearing 'em live
I knew that the beats gave me sum to do with my feet
I see each one of them leap to either Stevie or Creep
Years pass
Four deep in a jeep
Beats bang from the speaks
Moving me like speeding on speed bumps
With no seatbelt (uh)
Shit is chiseled deep
Even when I'm sleep
I'm still feeling them beats
For real
(Its all I need yo)
Its like
Its the little things keep going
Its the
Its the things that keep me going
Its the
Its the things that keep me going
Got the weed and the drink and the leaf going
Cash speaks
So my cheeks, they don't need motion
All I need for me to breathe
Is a beat bro
They all wanna be the lead
Can't believe many people