Chorus (2TON3)

Lotta thoughts when I sit in the bed

Contemplating bout taking them meds

Know a couple of niggas who don went fed

Real shit coming straight from the head

Smoke me a blunt and sit under the shed

Never go against the words I said

Went on a lick tryna stack up that bread

I’m thanking God cause I could’ve been dead

Verse 1 (2TON3)

Hop in the Beamer I’m gone

I’m smoking on strong

Expressing feelings in my song

Tryna do right but I’m wrong

Keep throwing my phone

Like what the fuck is going on

Look at far we don grown

Now we on our own

Tryna make this money long

Turn me up I’m in my zone

So leave me alone

I swear it’s coming from the dome (yea)

Got in my bag now I’m on my shit

Buddy hating cause he mad bout a bitch

Fuck allat talking I’m tryna get rich

Shooting my shot jus hoping ion miss

I’m on another wave

Told my momma we finna see better days

Taking drugs hoping I’ll ease the pain

Fuck these niggas I stay in my own lane (yea)

I’m on my way to the money

Remember when they used to think I was funny

Run up on me boy you must be a dummy

I went through the rain now it’s looking sunny

Can’t fuck with 50 so we keep it a 100

Real nigga Ian wit all the stuntin

Every thang that I say I don done it

Go book me a flight and go fly out to London

Imma flow until I’m out of breath

Cause I wanna go put a Grammy on the shelf

Only 20 and I’m thinking bout death

I got it out the mud Don’t need no help

On my own I’ll get it myself

You get out of line my niggas gon step

Balling hard ion need me a ref

When I got right that’s when niggas went left

I gotta go get in my bag yea

I had to get up off my ass yea

Show me a way to the cash yea

200 sitting on the dash yea

I swear I was living too fast yea

A lot of shit jus made me spazz yea

Can’t let you niggas make me mad yea

My baby boujie cause she bad yea

Chorus (2TON3)

Lotta thoughts when I sit in the bed

Contemplating bout taking them meds

Know a couple of niggas who don went fed

Real shit coming straight from the head

Smoke me a blunt and sit under the shed

Never go against the words I said

Went on a lick tryna stack up that bread

I’m thanking God cause I could’ve been dead

Verse 2 (GUCCIN8)

I’m just tryna live lavish, get off my ass and I go make it happen

So I ain’t holding no grudge left that in the past, just want some money man fuck all that bullshit

That fame drive a nigga insane, that’s why I rather be hood rich

That Mary Jane suck up all my pain, why the fuck you think I meant to run with the cookie

(Fasho) You know I’m ready to go... Strapped up Yea I ain’t finna play with a soul

ItzUp yea, you can get smoked like a joker... The sprite flat go get some mo out the sto

Matter fact switch the diamond get the whole roll, they ain’t wanna let me in

I had to kick down the doe... He ain’t living like that, boy you are a hoe

I dream bout big racks so some gotta show

I’m flexing no six pack, it feel like I stole

Can’t go back and forth with that chitchat, worried bout me where the money for yo rent at?

Can’t wait til I tax a fea, nigga that’s 10 racks

I bought me a stock and it still got kick back

And if any thang aim wrong, I see who you hitting at

I stay out the way they like N8 where you been at?

Seen me down on my ass, now I’m up like a bench press

Ion need no cameras all I need is a big check

Dropped a bag off at regions cause if I don’t ima blow that

Ima call my spirits all night like I’m Kodak