Lyrics
Pour me some glasses of some Pinot
Fuck it, I need a bottle, I got a flight tomorrow
I got a mixed girl that also speaks Tagalog
Feel like I hit the lotto
I got an O.G. the toughest act to follow
Tell your DJ he needs some Meezy up in that Serato
My girl rock that CC, not no BCBG make it look easy
Five star dinner when I have time
cll that shit is paid for by songs on my hard drive
Moonwalking, when I'm in chase, and I ain't signed
Frog eyes, cabriolet, in the daytime
Family up in prison is the reason I was hurting
clways put the work in, always had the purpose
clways stood ten toes down, generational curses
Won't ever hurt him
I think about old times when my mind starts to get heavy
Hittin' big switches in my uncle's lil Chevy
Hometown hero, steppin' like Prince Harry
Heavy is the crown and the heart that I carry
Friendships that are bought with money mean nothing
You see how it is around here, I make a joke, everybody laughs
I know I'm funny, but I'm not that funny
It's fear that keeps them loyal to me
But the trick is not to be hated
I give them just enough where they need me, but they don't hate me
Don't forget what I'm telling you
I make it look easy, easy
Everybody needs me
I gave out so much to the point that I wasn't even eatin'
Everybody bites off the hand that feeds ‘em
Now I'm out here feasting, everybody mad cause I'm finally getting even
I turned nothing to something, but mom still tell me she mad at who I'm becoming
Pouring out my soul on these 808s
How many microphones I put on layaway
How many tours I do I do how many hands I shake
Nothing ever really goes my way
Writing all these songs in the driveway
I think about crashing when I'm on the highway
I'm insecure about seeing kids from high school
I don't want them asking what happened to Miles Gaines
Man I was supposed to be famous
Now I got a lil change and a chain
But the boy's still nameless
Look at all these things that I do for my family and friends
Spending ends on my credit card statements.
So please don't bother me
I done given out a whole lot of apologies
cnd people still don't seem to rock with me
From Drumma Boy to Damion Young
I pray that I can make it up
I pray that I can run it up
I pray that we can run it up
I got some words for Mighty Duck
Damn, that was my brother once
Typical me, I went and fucked it up.
You told me I was fucking up and the message stuck
Now I could blame it on the pills and the drinkin'
For everything that happened that evening
You was the only person that I could come to
No matter how you feel homeboy, I still love you