Yeah
Flyguy Javi
17 Northeast Cello
80220 you know the code, you know the vibe nigga
Sometimes you gotta get in ya bag
(yeah, yeah)
(uh)
Every time you spazz out another man down
Going thru these problems face to face, I understand now
Every time my back against the wall I fight my way out
On the road to riches with this money
I'll build a play house
Man I been strategic since a jit I swear
Tryna cross my T's and dot my I's, I've been a player
Life been moving fast, it make you feel it in the air
I feel like beans, I've been a paper solider ain't humble bout no bread
Sometimes a nigga just be living to fast, it ain't no L's in a loss
I still work my way around the room and sit with the bosses
Don't worry bout the momentary shit it's how you profit
Ain't always gotta be humble sometimes, shit you gotta pop it
I be hitting all my shots, shit I call it
I always wonder, who the f*ck gon catch me when I'm falling
It's been like 10 summers, I still question if they hear me when I'm talking
Every beat I touch that's where I walk at
(uhhh uhhhh)
I was standing at the bottom for too long
Face to face, with all my problems right or wrong
Had to change that shit so he wouldn't carry on
Had to change that shit was set in stone for niggas just to do wrong
Breaking family generation curses, I can't do wrong
I've been doing wrong for so long now, it's just hard to break the code
I've been making money for so long, you know that's how it go
Aye
But I'm so tired of all that fake shit, so tired of all that fake love
So tired of all that snake shit
That hate shit, that fake shit
These niggas on that lame shit
Tryna double cross the same niggas that they came with
July 26 it got a nigga f*cking traumatized
I'm just tryna live a good life, yeah you know the f*cking vibes
Everybody always talking shit, but don't wan go and slide
I smell the pussy up on niggas, that won't look me in my eyes
Aye, yeah
And we been getting money
I've been taking other niggas bitches, I've been cracking honeys
Working two jobs everyday a week, bitches can't get nun from me
Seven days a week I'm making plays, you know I gotta run it bitch
I be hitting all my shots, shit I call it
I always wonder, who the f*ck gon catch me when I'm falling
It's been like 10 summers, I still question if they hear me when I'm talking
Every beat I touch that's where I walk at
(uhhh uhhhh)
I was standing at the bottom for too long
Face to face, with all my problems right or wrong
Had to change that shit so he wouldn't carry on
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Yeah
Flyguy Javi
17 Northeast Cello
80220 you know the code, you know the vibe nigga
Sometimes you gotta get in ya bag
(yeah, yeah)
(uh)
Every time you spazz out another man down
Going thru these problems face to face, I understand now
Every time my back against the wall I fight my way out
On the road to riches with this money
I'll build a play house
Man I been strategic since a jit I swear
Tryna cross my T's and dot my I's, I've been a player
Life been moving fast, it make you feel it in the air
I feel like beans, I've been a paper solider ain't humble bout no bread
Sometimes a nigga just be living to fast, it ain't no L's in a loss
I still work my way around the room and sit with the bosses
Don't worry bout the momentary shit it's how you profit
Ain't always gotta be humble sometimes, shit you gotta pop it
I be hitting all my shots, shit I call it
I always wonder, who the f*ck gon catch me when I'm falling
It's been like 10 summers, I still question if they hear me when I'm talking
Every beat I touch that's where I walk at
(uhhh uhhhh)
I was standing at the bottom for too long
Face to face, with all my problems right or wrong
Had to change that shit so he wouldn't carry on
Had to change that shit was set in stone for niggas just to do wrong
Breaking family generation curses, I can't do wrong
I've been doing wrong for so long now, it's just hard to break the code
I've been making money for so long, you know that's how it go
Aye
But I'm so tired of all that fake shit, so tired of all that fake love
So tired of all that snake shit
That hate shit, that fake shit
These niggas on that lame shit
Tryna double cross the same niggas that they came with
July 26 it got a nigga f*cking traumatized
I'm just tryna live a good life, yeah you know the f*cking vibes
Everybody always talking shit, but don't wan go and slide
I smell the pussy up on niggas, that won't look me in my eyes
Aye, yeah
And we been getting money
I've been taking other niggas bitches, I've been cracking honeys
Working two jobs everyday a week, bitches can't get nun from me
Seven days a week I'm making plays, you know I gotta run it bitch
I be hitting all my shots, shit I call it
I always wonder, who the f*ck gon catch me when I'm falling
It's been like 10 summers, I still question if they hear me when I'm talking
Every beat I touch that's where I walk at
(uhhh uhhhh)
I was standing at the bottom for too long
Face to face, with all my problems right or wrong
Had to change that shit so he wouldn't carry on
Flyguy Javi
17 Northeast Cello
80220 you know the code, you know the vibe nigga
Sometimes you gotta get in ya bag
(yeah, yeah)
(uh)
Every time you spazz out another man down
Going thru these problems face to face, I understand now
Every time my back against the wall I fight my way out
On the road to riches with this money
I'll build a play house
Man I been strategic since a jit I swear
Tryna cross my T's and dot my I's, I've been a player
Life been moving fast, it make you feel it in the air
I feel like beans, I've been a paper solider ain't humble bout no bread
Sometimes a nigga just be living to fast, it ain't no L's in a loss
I still work my way around the room and sit with the bosses
Don't worry bout the momentary shit it's how you profit
Ain't always gotta be humble sometimes, shit you gotta pop it
I be hitting all my shots, shit I call it
I always wonder, who the f*ck gon catch me when I'm falling
It's been like 10 summers, I still question if they hear me when I'm talking
Every beat I touch that's where I walk at
(uhhh uhhhh)
I was standing at the bottom for too long
Face to face, with all my problems right or wrong
Had to change that shit so he wouldn't carry on
Had to change that shit was set in stone for niggas just to do wrong
Breaking family generation curses, I can't do wrong
I've been doing wrong for so long now, it's just hard to break the code
I've been making money for so long, you know that's how it go
Aye
But I'm so tired of all that fake shit, so tired of all that fake love
So tired of all that snake shit
That hate shit, that fake shit
These niggas on that lame shit
Tryna double cross the same niggas that they came with
July 26 it got a nigga f*cking traumatized
I'm just tryna live a good life, yeah you know the f*cking vibes
Everybody always talking shit, but don't wan go and slide
I smell the pussy up on niggas, that won't look me in my eyes
Aye, yeah
And we been getting money
I've been taking other niggas bitches, I've been cracking honeys
Working two jobs everyday a week, bitches can't get nun from me
Seven days a week I'm making plays, you know I gotta run it bitch
I be hitting all my shots, shit I call it
I always wonder, who the f*ck gon catch me when I'm falling
It's been like 10 summers, I still question if they hear me when I'm talking
Every beat I touch that's where I walk at
(uhhh uhhhh)
I was standing at the bottom for too long
Face to face, with all my problems right or wrong
Had to change that shit so he wouldn't carry on
Writer: Javier Calloway, Marcel Dixon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid