Lyrics: kuru
Music: kuru
Ayy, I can tell you how it is, but I know you not gonna like that too
Speak what's on your mind so you can tell me what's enticing you
I could throw this damn bag quick like my own vices do
Champagne in the back seat, how I like to move
Benz truck, not a taxi, know I'm ridin' too
I can show you how to make four-thousand in an afternoon
Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make up no excuse
Gettin' money with the whole team is what I like to do
You just 'boutta hold me back, that's why I lied to you
Yellow like the color of my shoes, that's how I'm steppin' in
Know you can't get into the TMS residence
Critics all up on the phone, not no dead prΠ΅sidents
Oh my, lost my head again, hope I don't stΠ΅p in it
Throw back another fifteen pills just for the sedatives
This shit too competitive, I promise you're not getting it, like
No, I promise, I never wanted to be a star
Look me in the eyes and tell me who you really are
Rolls Royce and LES's, put that bitch in park
I'm just tryna spread my message 'fore I get to 'part (Oh yeah)
Slidin' back again, I'm tryna set the bar (Back seat)
Damn, I can't see a thing, I swear it's gettin' dark (Can't see)
All up on my toe, look how step to class
Boss (Yeah, yeah), I'm trying to make my mind (Oh yeah)
I lost it all and went to San Antonio
Wanted and you got it, I put money all on Tavi, oh
Can't do it without him, I swear I just need like all of you
Played up in the front instead of three and now I'm ballin', yeah
I made twenty bands, twenty bands, off the wake up
It don't make no sense how you can't get your cake up
I know that you sad, that's too bad, stay awake, uh
I know that you sad, they not real, just like Steak-umms
It's too bad I picked him, I count every second
My lil' bro tryna teach a lesson, grippin' Smith & Wesson
Told me please give me a lil' second, I'm 'bout to just answer your question
You can't help me, then shut up, I'm tryna spread my message
Ayy, I can tell you how it is, but I know you not gonna like that too
Speak what's on your mind so you can tell me what's enticing you
I could throw this damn bag quick like my own vices do
Champagne in the back seat, how I like to move
Benz truck, not a taxi, know I'm ridin' too
I can show you how to make four-thousand in an afternoon
Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make up no excuse