Lyrics
Thought I was dead they threw dirt on my name
Found my own waves and I went with the grain
Fake gon deflate and the real gon remain
First he was dissing and now he a strain
I had to turn all my pains into gains
Turnt to the max I expanded my range
Rove through your block in a matte black range
If I get caught do my time in the chains
If you get caught bet you dropping some names
Mama so proud of the man I became
Dying to live but we living in hell
Gallery trucker I don't got a CDL
Exotic crumbs on the top of my scale
Gift of the gab like i Sam I cassell
(could sell)
Just like Milwaukee The bucks what I trail
They feel what I say like I wrote it in brail
Thought I was dead they threw dirt on my name
Found my own waves and I went with the grain
Fake gon deflate and the real gon remain
First he was dissing and now he a strain
I had to turn all my pains into gains
Turnt to the max I expanded my range
Rove through your block in a matte black range
If I get caught do my time in the chains
Thought I was dead they threw dirt on my name
Found my own waves and I went with the grain
Fake gon deflate and the real gon remain
First he was dissing and now he a strain
I had to turn all my pains into gains
Turnt to the max I expanded my range
Rove through your block in a matte black range
If I get caught do my time in the chains
If I get caught no I won't say a word
Walk into saks with my bitch and splurge
Suck me while driving she lick i swerve
Ain't in the mood til the bag secured
Dripping in Christian I ain't been to church
If you ain't gang I ain't giving a verse
I took some risks for the rent on the first
I can't complain cause this shit could be worst
Thought I was dead they threw dirt on my name
Found my own waves and I went with the grain
Fake gon deflate and the real gon remain