Lyrics
He's gotta tell the truth, right?
Alright
I've had my cape on lately, I've been tryna save the past
I've been talking to the soil and a million blades of grass
I've been feeling good, but I know feelings fade fast
Some days I really feel as if I'm 'bouta crash
But I can't slow down now, no time for a breather
I gotta get this money, Lord knows, my family needs it
We were just a kid, smoking weed under the bleachers
Came from the bottom, baby, we were the breachers
Sunday for the preachers, save it for the sinners
Y'all know me something like greens and chicken fried dinners
"This gon' be okay," that's what the man from church said
I've seen a diction fuck up a family firsthand
Anytime I'm stressed out, I can hear my homies voice
In my head telling me, "To stay calm pon' it, boy"
Anytime I'm stressed out, I can hear my homies voice
In my head telling me, "To stay calm pon' it, boy"
I hope you know that I've been thinking 'bout you
I hope you know that I've been thinking 'bout you
Every time I hear that song playing
I'm thinking 'bout you, I hope you know
I'll give anything if I could get my dog back
You can have the money in the bank, yeah, all that
They been telling lies on me, I've been stating all facts
I just let it slide, homie, I just had a ball bat with jealousy and though
They don't wanna see you win it, people love to see you lose
They don't wanna see you win it
Motherfuckers get the drip, but you stay focused on the business
Then I tell all of them to listen
Get off your ass and get it, get off your ass and get it
Staring at the skyline, got a million on my mind
Reminiscing 'bout the times that we get high, just right
We used to roll back roads in that old lap
I hit a shell to catch a sail on that cold pack
Roll around, someone tell me what are you known about
Old town, no it's not fuck with us, and it's going down
Place where the sinners and saints are both safe
Private planes where they fill up the plates with cocaine