Letras
Yea
Night time
Put it on the line
Rolling up
Skaters look
With a bad dime
Good wine
Make it all a good time
Feeling free got unhooked
Still on the pine
Yea but I’m getting off the bench
Show them
That I can do it
Build up suspense
Grew up in the gutter
Now I’m passing through the trench
They on the other side
I’m going up like a fence
Yea they seeing the future here
I’m seeing past tense
I’m making it so clear
I’m starting new trends
Got rid of the old ones
And got new friends
Depends
on what you call friends
Cause Fever
My brother
Imma buy him a Benz
And Sy that my bro too
He getting anything yea
Shorty want a wedding ring
But can’t be trusted
So I got plenty things
Still got champagne for my campaign
Ice coffee and blunts
Help me maintain
So I don’t change
I’m doing the same thing
Give me the cash
so we could come up
Hold our middle fingers up
Like we don’t give a fuck
And they can hate more
And say it’s just good luck
Good luck
I’ve been having bad luck
But it seems different
Cause I’m on the come up
Jump
(Supa Talking)
I’m still in my zone
Hold up
Yea now put yourself
I’m my position
Listen when I talk
Talking when I listen
Said I got a message
Most of y’all bitchin
Spitting what’s real
They like fiction
They like that fast shit
Bad transmission
Niggas got lemons
Face all squinting
Specially when I’m spitting
Put them in submission
Girls let me tap like I’m Hey
No second option
No Pippen
Playing my role
But still winning
Bad lady with me
Blunt she spinning
Henny got a hold of me anyway
D Said let them act up
he’ll let the semi spray
Back to America
Imagine what Semmi say
Posted up in front of Fenway
Damn it feel so good
To be home just for Good say
Hey