Wallace - October 15th Lyrics

So this a celebration of the past

Memories everlast

But enjoying getting caught up with the cash

Put it simply

Swiftly brushing up an under titties

Mention me, your dead to me
I'll flip right through the recipe

And I got all the bars in me

To love the enemy

And I got all the calls in me

They love my energy

So yesterday, was my birthday
But my worse days, get a little better

When I'm on stage

Shout out Andre, and the whole state
Man I been rapping since the first grade

Still waiting to get paid for the bars that I laid
Goto Mars and get paid

Man this shit is homemade
What else can I say

More money to be made
More fans to be laid

Goto space for a day
Motherf*cker we out

Get lit for a change
Quit bitching about your fade

Got caught up in a daze

Like when I was a kid
We was flipping tricks

Pulled up to the bridge

Even under 96'
I was all about the licks

Cause the money solve the problems
I got one

Motherf*cker talk about the cheese
Like you got some

Back On my bullshit
We back up on a full clip
I pull up in a cruise ship
Then take off in a space ship

Ya' rap game basic
Ya' SoundCloud stay shit
My pad payin' patiently
So painfully I pull up
So adjacently
Amazingly you made it out the rap game
Semi-hollow Matic clapping back to yo' last name

Look

Lyrically so divine
Motherf*cka all mine
Man In the meantime
Damn