MikeyyAustin - Spare Change Lyrics

Niggas around the way steady studying my vernacular
Pen tip unleaded, I'll smoke anyone you gassing up
Cool, calm, collected (uh), my approach is alway such
They say they sending shots, but somehow they steady jamming up
Potters touch, creeping through city got my headlights cut
Volume up, tinted windows, you can't see them fogging up
F*ck the 12, if they get behind me then I'm speed up
Pardon us, implications got our tempers flaring up
Squad full of nigga's
Got a car full of hitta's
And my mom just cooked dinner
Sober up before I enter
Devoted church member
I'm devoted to the spliffer
And I guess thats where we differ
But we both are go getter's
Since the 3rd grade
She was working 3rd shift, everyday
Up late, walking to the school I was hella late
Hand-me-downs, had that perfect fit like they were tailor-made
That Nigga in me, cuz you know we always got to make a way
Uh
You know we always got to make a way
Some way
Dead locked, like I'm at the gun range
Pull up in my old thang
Say my raps, do my thang
Living off of spare change
Now I'm laughing to the bank like
Ha Ha, young god with the flow
Gold ropes, light flex, keep it on a need to know
Pull up in my old thang
Say my raps do my thang
Living off of spare change
Now I'm laughing to the bank like
So much green its all I see out of my window seat
It go for miles, the only things on my itinerary
I'm doubling down, doubling up
Fell in a bag, cannot get up
Walk in a bank, I'm waving a gun
I'm upping the funds and back to the slums
Do what I want
While sparking a blunt
Filling my lungs and I'm coughing it up
Been in my lane, you tryna to catch up
Pass the baton when I'm not having fun
Surrounded dogs, I'm putting them on
We running it now, we running a muck
All eyes is on us
Unbothered as f*ck
Uh
Wrote this in the Bahamas I was eating rum cake
Yeah
Private cabana, a nigga tryna sunbathe
Ou
Painting portraits of my model type
Might come back as myself inside my second life
Must be nice
Mix the soul with the boom-bap, make you feel a way
While nigga's be cappin like they ain't had a fade in many days
I had a dollar and a dream
I spent it on a chain, a crib, and range
While im laughing to the bank
Like
Uh
You know we always got to make a way
Some way
Dead locked, like I'm at the gun range
Pull up in my old thang
Say my raps, do my thang
Living off of spare change
Now im laughing to the bank like
Ha Ha, young god with the flow
Gold ropes, light flex, keep it on a need to know
Pull up in my old thang
Say my raps do my thang
Living off of spare change
Now I'm laughing to the bank like
Now I'm laughing to the
Now I'm laughing to the
Now I'm laughing to the bank like
Now I'm laughing to the
Now I'm laughing to the
Now I'm laughing to the bank like