Lyrics: Zahir Myles
Music: Zahir Myles
Trap beating, you came late then it's assigned seats
I paid the cost for operation damn near signed to me
Who count it faster? Race the money counter, or I thumb it
I'm chain smoking 'cause this ratio got shit punching
Wasn't ever perfect I been tryna work on my patience
She seen the crib, and lost her mind off just my paintings
She tryna hit the cup, I told her it's way too tainted
White benz with brown seats, it's white rice and gravy
I done came from worst, that old pain hurt
A street **** felt the rain, and rose from the dirt
I ball harder for the times I couldn't score a bucket
I'm mob tied, round table, meetings like a summit
Bro in a hot don't give to ****s he leave the jakes it ain't no question
All I need is ben frank and my respect you keep the extras
Pushing player I give lessons, I show them it ain't no lecture
I done lost count of how many g's we got they all got vectors
Yeah, we popping out, yeah, I keep the mafia close by, it's nothing to cross them out
Yeah, I work for all this shit I never had my hand out
Yeah, these hoes know we don't do the talking, I'll buss a band now
Bitch **** wouldn't dare try it
Trap beating, you came late then it's assigned seats
I paid the cost for operation damn near signed to me
Who count it faster? Race the money counter, or I thumb it
I'm chain smoking 'cause this ratio got shit punching
Wasn't ever perfect I been tryna work on my patience
She seen the crib and lost her mind off just my paintings
She tryna hit the cup, I told her it's way too tainted
White benz with brown seats, it's white rice and gravy