Weed Budget

Them trophies ain't gonna mean nothing

Unless the team want it

All that betrayal cut me deep

But I ain't bleed from it

I can't do nickels and dimes

Baby I need hundreds

Them fancy dinners been cutting

Into my weed budget

Them vintage pieces been cutting

Into my weed budget

Them gold rings been cutting into my

I'm trying tell you about the game

And what I seen from it

I know they hate when the real winning

But we love it

You can't save everybody

Just let them bleed fuck it

These niggas ain't even guarding me

Shit is free buckets

Whatever trick you got hiding

Under your sleeve tuck it

You took some losses in private

That you don't need public

I tried to show niggas love

I wish I never did that

Wish I ain't have so many people

I could never bring back

I wish I never had to go and put flowers to grave

That's why I let the sour and haze

Turn my hours to days

I'm seeing cowards in rage

I'm like how is this brave

You opened up a book of lies

And scoured the page

I could walk in any room

And get showered with praise

We was out in Broward and Dade

Making powerful plays

They fucked up and let me in

Shit I was amazed

When the OGs gave us the game

I was engaged

I been ahead of my time

They said that was a phase

I can't sit and wait around

For your palate to change

Them trophies ain't gonna mean nothing

Unless the team want it

All that betrayal cut me deep

But I ain't bleed from it

I can't do nickels and dimes

Baby I need hundreds

Them fancy dinners been cutting

Into my weed budget

Them vintage pieces been cutting

Into my weed budget

Them gold rings been cutting into my

I'm trying tell you about the game

And what I seen from it

I know they hate when the real winning

But we love it

Everybody wanna be the goat

Till that rope's around your neck

With that blade pressed to your throat

Metal at your chest like stethoscope

Life is all about peaks and valleys

But it's so cold on those slopes

Austrian Riesling over runts

Giving those citrusy notes

God, money, and music is the only thing

I'm devoted to

If you was me and had this talent

Then I guess you'd be chosen too

Traveled far and came back home

And felt so isolated

Tried to spread the love

But all I got in return was the hatred

I guess these niggas mad at me

Cause their dreams been fading

And mine's becoming real

Land got slow so I got on the phone

And copped a vacuum seal

A jumbo digi scale

Hit 75 and made some risky sales

These raps is actual facts

Bitch ass nigga don't pitch me tales

I got depressed and realized

That my habits didn't fit me well

I'm after filthy wealth

In the future that feature gon cost you a quarter mill

We counted up the bodies

But I see now that there's more to kill

I'm on my way to Molto

With a trunkful but I ordered veal

Them trophies ain't gonna mean nothing

Unless the team want it

All that betrayal cut me deep

But I ain't bleed from it

I can't do nickels and dimes

Baby I need hundreds

Them fancy dinners been cutting

Into my weed budget

Them vintage pieces been cutting

Into my weed budget

Them gold rings been cutting into my

I'm trying tell you about the game

And what I seen from it

I know they hate when the real winning

But we love it