Lyrics: Miguel Rizo
Music: Miguel Rizo
[Verse 1]
Time’s ticking, what are you gonna do
My mind’s trippin, I got some missing screws
I took your ***** and how I did it you don’t got no clue
Then gave her back and then she told some lies to you
I’m posted with my crew
And we trynna see who can get to the highest altitude
Poppin Xans, sippin lean, and rolling joints with wax in them too
You talk a lot but you don’t to the do
A pothead with ambition, Wasup with you
And plus I’m on a mission, I’ll be back soon
Sometimes I just sit and pray I make it through
Sometimes I’ll go a day without eating food
I feel bad but if you ask I’ll probably say I feel good
21 Savage shit will put me in the mood
Ill **** around and catch a body, don’t get misconstrue
To cross the line with me, you don’t wanna do
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But I’m still on my third eye shit, reading a Napoleon Hill book
My family still in the hood
My family still in the hood
And even though I’ve been through a lot, I overcame and understood
My family still in the hood
My family still in the hood
[Verse 2]
And Donald Trump ain’t trynna help us out
If shit get hectic I’m going right back down south
I’m a good soul and I know my routes
Sometimes my nerves are bad till I smoke some loud
Dreams of having foreign whips and giving momma one so she can have a biggo smile
I’m ****ed up right no
And that’s every single day for a long while
These b*****s only come around when they see the money showing ou
Since these b*****s wanna come out, give them Dog Cho
All they wanna do is get ****ed and smoked ou
All I wanna do is grind, make music, and put on my hometown
My own sound, my own money, I deserve my own crown
I deserve a stadium, sold out
Skating past the competition like Roll Bounce
I want a hundred dollar bills in large amounts
I’m so profound but I can dumb it down
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