Lyrics: Angellika Smith
Music: Angellika Smith
Blowing heavy smoke got my mind in a daze.
They hating and I knew it had to go our separate ways.
Never ****ing mind, always got it on display.
Still trying to chase my dreams.
I Canβt let it slip away.
People say Iβm acting different now.
Family friends canβt even tell the difference now.
I see a prayer and load my stick before Iβm stepping out.
Man or lady play with me, and you could die for clout.
RIP to the mother ****in bar, we just killed the club.
Niggas mad when we left, took their chicks with us.
Feeling like a dealership got them whips with us.
Do it for my fallen soldiers, they all live through us.
No nickel and diming.
Iβm just after wealth, I 95 Tesla driving itself.
Praying that I give up but Iβm a keep giving them hell.
In the booth or when I drop a new package on the scale.