Lyrics: Brandon Black/Patrick Wimberly/Marques Martin
Music: Marques Martin/Brandon Black/Patrick Wimberly
VERSE1
I been slippin in
Dippin in
Synonym riding
Studio poesidain Maryland Monroe robbing Heart racing
Blunt facing
Tupac replacement
Only one difference I’m trying not to get shot Jeff koon ballons
Im trynna go pop
By 27
If I’m in heaven with basquiat
Then you better play Hailey
When that casket drop
Im at the bus stop
Wishing I was whipping a g-ride
She high
Sitting in the passenger seat like,
Why you always take me to mcdonalds to eat
And why we never ball out at the mall you see
And why we never ball out at the mall you see She played while I’m tryna get fly, I
Worked at j.crew by the five guys
Parents got divorced its about time
At my graduation Wait wheres, mom
I’ve been walking down this road to long to go another way I forsaken all my patience,
Wish I could just start again
But every time I wonder if I shoulda been somebody else
I remember where I started
And who made me
Guess it helps.
I been really really really really thinking
I been looking for the work like Linkendin When I get it imma let the whole street in Door to door every verse like I’m preaching
My old pastor would say,
I’d be burning in Hell way
Down where the dirty and brown stay
Making music making money
Making it sound way
Too original for the radio sound waves Downplayed like white shooters
Who like the music but they might shoot us
For a million viewers
Bet a million bucks
I make a million bands
And you aint never gonna see my black ass again
Maryland Monroe Lets go
Adios
I’ve been walking down this road to long to go another way I forsaken all my patience,
Wish I could just start again
But every time I wonder if I shoulda been somebody else
I remember where I started
And who made me
Guess it helps.