she hates when i'm gone
whirlwinds and cyclones
we live in a wasteland with laptops and iphones
we love our hip hop
not love & hip hop
i lost trust in hip hop 'cause ain't no love in hip hop
hate comin' from the old heads
i don't fuck with these new niggas
i ain't into makin' new friends
why i ain't fuckin' wit you nigga
grew up with a crew of niggas
linked up and we blew niggas
y'all wanna rock tom ford and pop corks
me too nigga!
friendships don't last
but this too shall pass
hard to keep yo passion when you stressin' out about cash
pray to god and i ask him to bring a blessing outta his stash
expedite that package sir i really need it that fast
i been locked up in this lab pushin' classics outta my ass
cashin' in on my future leaving tire marks in my past
place yourself in that driver seat
sit your foot on that gas
just make sure when they wave the checkered flag that you not last
we gon' see what you about
if it's meant to be
time will tell
got my feet up drinkin' cold beer
i can see it all so clear
i done heard it all with both ears
ayy these niggas out here so weird
y'all niggas trippin' i ain't goin' in
every time i turn the channel they promotin' fear
police get away with murder when the coast is clear
nigga gettin' executed yea we persevere
we be really 'bout that action
y'all still be actin' like hoes
y'all still be jackin' our flows
y'all goin' back 'cause we forward
this for my trappin' ass homies
this for my bitches who's paid
let's flip these stacks and get paid
let's get this money six ways
i ain't been sleepin' for days
i ain't gon' sleep 'til i die
you know i be goin' for mine
middle finger be up in the sky
damn dog ain't funny how the times change
still divie still busy that's the mindframe
scuse me lil nigga that's my lane
right sound right track that's the right train
right brown right yac that's the right drank
formatin' with my niggas and we migrate
'bout to charge get back multiply ayy
then baby throw that shit back gyrate
div niggas been cold as the tri-state
stay posted 'cause i know better
same niggas with the paper baby no chedda
still kill 'em with the flow ho lo sweaters
prolly gettin' stoned bitch i know rosetta
aviate no our gang need propellors
nigga push the whole thang i'm the wholeseller
nigga fly on my wings you can float better
pull you five or six hoes out at coachella
we gon' see what you about
if it's meant to be
time will tell