Letras
All these thoughts keep racing I can't keep em in
I've been going hard just tryna meet the ends
All this on my plate I guess I'm eating in
All this work to do I think I need a twin
Keep my circle small don't need a 100 men
But come for me I promise you might meet the man
All that going up and you might hit the fan
Bitch I got that heat you might just catch a tan
I said my mind on money
You niggas tricking off while I grind all summer
These bitches you can love em but you better not trust em
Tell mo'fuckers your dreams same ones tryna crush em
Move wrong Ima brush em, uh
I was down on my dick nobody gave me nothing like
Tell me what you know about them food pantry days
Never had a bag had to stack my chips like lays
High school was hand-me-downs I ain't have the new J's
But I was still that nigga
Will wake up early morning flipping nickels
I went on a mission staining niggas just to get the chicken
Screaming "free Nu" niggas snitching got my nigga sitting
I just caught a tan on a visit sitting on a picnic
Ain't bout them digits I ain't taking offers from them labels
Niggas be tucking gotta watch who you bring to your table
Gotta rake to cut the grass cause these niggas will snake you
To take it to another level I'm willing and able
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All these thoughts keep racing I can't keep em in
I've been going hard just tryna meet the ends
All this on my plate I guess I'm eating in
All this work to do I think I need a twin
Keep my circle small don't need a 100 men
But come for me I promise you might meet the man
All that going up and you might hit the fan
Bitch I got that heat you might just catch a tan
I been working day and night tryna find a way of life
All this sitting in and smoking I know that there's more to life
I know that there's more to feel I know that there's more to sight
All the shit I wanna see but where I'm from you never might
Ever even get the chance know its hard just meeting ends