Yeah yeah yeah
Ay
Double my braids
Double my pay
Triple my worth
F*ck out my way
Flight to the bay drive to LA
Whatever I splurge I gotta remake
I'm on the road I'm on the chase
Stay up and pray for what's coming my way
Checking the time and I look at the face
And the look on my face put you in a grave
You know I handle my business and go
I never cancel this shit is a go
I know the answer like I got the code
I open the safe and I take all the dough
Ops looking for me but I'm on the low
F*ck security I pop out alone
Make a call and send a shot at his dome
It don't matter if he out or at home
Growing up it made me reckless and cold
Stay finessing tryna lessen the load
Second guessing never question my goal
I self reflected just to get in the zone
30 on me like I'm Stephen
All white drip make it look like I'm coming from Heaven
Walk into Seven Eleven
Need the whole box of them Dutches for me I'm a legend
I been through shit I believe I was tested
If I want it guarantee I'm a get it
I do it all for my brethren
Counting my blessings, half of the Xan and I'm deaded
RIP to me
You want the smoke then you got it
I come outta pocket like it's really nothing to me
Mama wonder why they fronting on me
I know they wanna take something from me
My chain looking like it come from the sea
It drip even when it's 100 degrees
I need my pockets on grease
A lot is on me I can't stop it I gotta increase
Might put a lock on the streets
Keep em' at peace
I want my brothers to eat
I'm high in demand
You trying my hand yeah
I smoke on my way to the port so I'm high when I land
RIP to me
I been working without any breaks when I finally lay I'm a need like a week of sleep
30 on me like I'm Stephen
All white drip make it look like I'm coming from Heaven
Walk into Seven Eleven
Need the whole box of them Dutches for me I'm a legend
I been through shit I believe I was tested
If I want it guarantee I'm a get it
I do it all for my brethren
Counting my blessings half of the Xan and I'm deaded
RIP to me
You want the smoke then you got it I come outta pocket like it's really nothing to
RIP to me
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Yeah yeah yeah
Ay
Double my braids
Double my pay
Triple my worth
F*ck out my way
Flight to the bay drive to LA
Whatever I splurge I gotta remake
I'm on the road I'm on the chase
Stay up and pray for what's coming my way
Checking the time and I look at the face
And the look on my face put you in a grave
You know I handle my business and go
I never cancel this shit is a go
I know the answer like I got the code
I open the safe and I take all the dough
Ops looking for me but I'm on the low
F*ck security I pop out alone
Make a call and send a shot at his dome
It don't matter if he out or at home
Growing up it made me reckless and cold
Stay finessing tryna lessen the load
Second guessing never question my goal
I self reflected just to get in the zone
30 on me like I'm Stephen
All white drip make it look like I'm coming from Heaven
Walk into Seven Eleven
Need the whole box of them Dutches for me I'm a legend
I been through shit I believe I was tested
If I want it guarantee I'm a get it
I do it all for my brethren
Counting my blessings, half of the Xan and I'm deaded
RIP to me
You want the smoke then you got it
I come outta pocket like it's really nothing to me
Mama wonder why they fronting on me
I know they wanna take something from me
My chain looking like it come from the sea
It drip even when it's 100 degrees
I need my pockets on grease
A lot is on me I can't stop it I gotta increase
Might put a lock on the streets
Keep em' at peace
I want my brothers to eat
I'm high in demand
You trying my hand yeah
I smoke on my way to the port so I'm high when I land
RIP to me
I been working without any breaks when I finally lay I'm a need like a week of sleep
30 on me like I'm Stephen
All white drip make it look like I'm coming from Heaven
Walk into Seven Eleven
Need the whole box of them Dutches for me I'm a legend
I been through shit I believe I was tested
If I want it guarantee I'm a get it
I do it all for my brethren
Counting my blessings half of the Xan and I'm deaded
RIP to me
You want the smoke then you got it I come outta pocket like it's really nothing to
RIP to me
Ay
Double my braids
Double my pay
Triple my worth
F*ck out my way
Flight to the bay drive to LA
Whatever I splurge I gotta remake
I'm on the road I'm on the chase
Stay up and pray for what's coming my way
Checking the time and I look at the face
And the look on my face put you in a grave
You know I handle my business and go
I never cancel this shit is a go
I know the answer like I got the code
I open the safe and I take all the dough
Ops looking for me but I'm on the low
F*ck security I pop out alone
Make a call and send a shot at his dome
It don't matter if he out or at home
Growing up it made me reckless and cold
Stay finessing tryna lessen the load
Second guessing never question my goal
I self reflected just to get in the zone
30 on me like I'm Stephen
All white drip make it look like I'm coming from Heaven
Walk into Seven Eleven
Need the whole box of them Dutches for me I'm a legend
I been through shit I believe I was tested
If I want it guarantee I'm a get it
I do it all for my brethren
Counting my blessings, half of the Xan and I'm deaded
RIP to me
You want the smoke then you got it
I come outta pocket like it's really nothing to me
Mama wonder why they fronting on me
I know they wanna take something from me
My chain looking like it come from the sea
It drip even when it's 100 degrees
I need my pockets on grease
A lot is on me I can't stop it I gotta increase
Might put a lock on the streets
Keep em' at peace
I want my brothers to eat
I'm high in demand
You trying my hand yeah
I smoke on my way to the port so I'm high when I land
RIP to me
I been working without any breaks when I finally lay I'm a need like a week of sleep
30 on me like I'm Stephen
All white drip make it look like I'm coming from Heaven
Walk into Seven Eleven
Need the whole box of them Dutches for me I'm a legend
I been through shit I believe I was tested
If I want it guarantee I'm a get it
I do it all for my brethren
Counting my blessings half of the Xan and I'm deaded
RIP to me
You want the smoke then you got it I come outta pocket like it's really nothing to
RIP to me
Writer: Vincent Cirlincione
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