Owe Me

I'm checkin the time I look at my wrist like where is my a rollie

A whole lotta people was snakes was shockin to find they was phony

I looked out for folks in the past so where is that money you owe me

Where is that money you owe me nah

You got in yo bag now so I guess we can celebrate

I had to find my own way independent cause typically niggas be movin weight

I'm barely feedin myself how the fuck am I gonna provide with alotta plates

I would look at my past, I came a long way im patient I know that I gotta pace

Like twenty twenty one bro would tote the gun

We was on the run, hands was super numb

Twenty twenty two I got shit to do

Hella interviews I was in the news

I was in them streets tryna grow my brand

Puttin niggas on tryna feed the fam

See me on the gram movin through the land

Tryna get my props tryna gain some fans

Tryna get these bands tryna get these racks

Tryna get my name on the fuckin map

See me runnin shit like a runnin back

I dont answer phone less theres funds attached

I dont fuck wit slack I been goin hard

People lookin at me like he know he hard

Tara boulevard I was ridin down

Down in jonesboro I was outta bounds

Now i'm back in

Tryna hop on everybody wave nah that was past tense

I wasnt always this hard when I started it took sum practice

I had to force myself to be productive so fuck the slackin

I been buildin

I been spazzin

I been climbin the mufuckin ladder

I been eatin I been passin

Put my food on a really big platter

Goin harder Ian slackin

Everybody gon see all the passion

Shit is lightwork on point automatic

This aint even my best its just practice

I been buildin

I been spazzin

I been climbin the mufuckin ladder

I been eatin I been passin

Put my food on a really big platter

Goin harder Ian slackin

Everybody gon see all the passion

Shit is lightwork on point automatic

This aint even my best its just practice