Текст песни
A young hustler had to get it on my on (floccin)
Every time I go and beat the road I'm in my zone
Had to learn to play the trap and rotate the same clothes
Ain't nobody put me on no hand outs i been grown
Got it out the mud
Out the dirt
Own my own
Fell in love with isolation you can't get me out my mode
But every time I gain trac I somehow lose control
It's stitch lips when they around cuz information get told
You the type of nigga go broke and like to pawn shit
Niggas cap they be fabricating the nonsense
If you could converse
With her then it ain't my bitch
And don't ask me what I'm on bitc
I'm locked in
And I heard your pockets was low
So what go bop then
And them niggas you mentioned they is not them
Bro raven with vision I'm like yo watch this
I'm a jack of all trades l I got options
Can get low
can get grimy
what you wanna do
My head spinning puffing woods like I'm Uncle Snoop
And I can show you how to ball just like I'm Uncle Drew
Times get rough and they gone act like they don't know you
they askin capk can you go back to the old you
No motivation and was broke something I won't do
They only got they ears open so they can quote you
Gotta watch your day once cause they can fold too