Letras
Ain't no better season than the summer
I used to dream of counting cash, top down, new crib for mama
Until we started selling shows and eating Benihanas
Then moved to California, guess I started seeing dollars
To feed the famine, bring it back, you know they always holler
On every track they wonder if I got the bag to hold up
But hold up, it's no love
Lost when I pull up on my brothers
I felt the energy, you hated, now I'm chilling on a yacht in Spain
With my main squeeze, yeah, and my lady, yeah
On an ocean of tides and winds and
Waves and things that came with fame
The same, the lane, the pain, the Range and the Rovers
They hated when I showed up, that's why I keep my circle tight
How can you say you know us? Been flying like I'm Lotus
Can never catch me 'cause you never really meet the quota
I own my music, don't you ever talk to me 'bout culture
Hold up, hold up
My father gave my name, my mother did the same
But he done left the picture for this life I'm tryna frame
I'm tryna put the pieces to the puzzle but they want me on a muzzle
Put it on a plate like I'm Luis Figo, I ain't see the egos
Never selling kilos from a city where they making heroes
We selling hope but we really here though, yeah, yeah
We really outside but never outside my mind
I'm always on time but always ahead of time
I'm never chasing money, never chasing honeys
I'm never chasing, if I'm chasing, best believe it's for me
Even then, what you think this is? Huh
We starting businesses, tryna figure out a way that we can finish this