Oh
Yeah
Had to learn to learn this hustle on our own
Across country making money off the phone
No management barely hanging on
We was in out of labels playing songs
Doors was always closed we
We found our way in
Sean John party fish filleting
On a layover I can't lay in
They just all talk like at a weigh-in
I spit these flows and let em jot notes
Backyard in Miami where we dock boats
Niggas move funny but its not jokes
You can't afford it you can't cop both
But it's all in due time, jet ski'n
Gotta watch for the signs
I done hit a few tides
Its the finals but we watching it live
Mob ties with these guys
Ain't no limit the sky's
Uh, Yeah
We the wave like a can of grease
If everyone the same who the man to teach
Presidential suites I can plan a speech
The plan was grab a lease
And go a band a piece, but
I'm just trusting the process
Disappeared for a few and its like niggas forget us
Living fast but still enjoying the weather
Shit I would went to college if employment was better
Gucci sweater I just needed the love
Private flights just to meet the plug
Shit you knew what it was, All this
Hunger just been keeping me up
We celebrating for the nights we was stuck
Swear its enough, Swear its enough
Celebrating for the nights we was stuck
Ya niggas thought we was sleep
Took a little cat nap on you niggas man
Yo Ayo
Mom still struggling
Pops still juggling
Tryna find another way to bring them hunnids
Fuck feeling weed started selling T's
Had to plant couple seeds
I was running low on g's
Got some things I'm tryna seize
Know I got a fam to feed
It ain't that hard to see that we got the recipe
For them niggas that was hating
Make em pay a extra fee
I can't have no sympathy we like the Holy Trinity
Look around not a clown up in this vicinity
Its a shame what some people do for the publicity
But too each is own I'm still holding my own
I cannot be fucked with when I get in this zone
When the bucks slowed up we was still glowed up
Cuz the heart full of Gold going weeks with no cuts
Straight grinding all we knew was eat wheat and cold cuts
Couple niggas that was riding came time froze up
When you seen what I seen make it hard to comply
Eviction rate high but we still out eating Thai
Told bro we gon make it so he stuck by my side
Waking up like which ride now its hard to decide
It was hard growing up in the hood
Either you hooping or you up to no good
All my life I been misunderstood
You know how it go they rather see us buried and low
Instead I excelled since I curried the flow...