CORRECT LYRICS
(Hey Lexer, Where you At?)
Mobster..
(DrewK on da Track!)
Got no steak or lobster, I couldn't fight every now or momma
I know that n***a be tripping harder, keeping that peace like the Dalai-lama
I can't f**k with n***a's who do the most, popping in places I don't ever go
I hit the road I was on my own, can't trust no one, so I keep it close
Don't shut them up, no one can do it like us or could do it again
f**k any means, ima grind to the end till I'm pulling right up in a Benz
I done told you in advance, why leave when I gave you a chance?
I just be focused on making this money, not focused on making Amends
My grandma told me "They don't got the vision" if they missing the pictures I'm painting
They now want me now, but they never stayed down, when I made it hopping out the basement
We ain't have no money, no food in our tummy's, with Ski-Mask's to cover our faces
We run in quick, inside with that stick, I know you ain't cover your bases
Me and Josiah were toting that Iron, so them n***as know to be lowkey
Seen my own brothers drive-by in the streets, so you can't say you love me, just show me
Those who wrap up with me, they living comfortably, making they bank account OD
If you were not down and bad in the trap, we can not relate, you do not know me
I'm floatingg on greatness, I know they watch the way I walk but don't say sh*t
We were brothers on that block until that case hit, see my Brodie on the news, they did him faceless, yeahhh-ah
Lyrics : Amends
(Hey Lexer, Where you At?)
Mobster..
(DrewK on da Track!)
Got no steak or lobster, I couldn't fight every now or momma
I know that n***a be tripping harder, keeping that peace like the Dalai-lama
I can't f**k with n***a's who do the most, popping in places I don't ever go
I hit the road I was on my own, can't trust no one, so I keep it close
Don't shut them up, no one can do it like us or could do it again
f**k any means, ima grind to the end till I'm pulling right up in a Benz
I done told you in advance, why leave when I gave you a chance?
I just be focused on making this money, not focused on making Amends
My grandma told me "They don't got the vision" if they missing the pictures I'm painting
They now want me now, but they never stayed down, when I made it hopping out the basement
We ain't have no money, no food in our tummy's, with Ski-Mask's to cover our faces
We run in quick, inside with that stick, I know you ain't cover your bases
Me and Josiah were toting that Iron, so them n***as know to be lowkey
Seen my own brothers drive-by in the streets, so you can't say you love me, just show me
Those who wrap up with me, they living comfortably, making they bank account OD
If you were not down and bad in the trap, we can not relate, you do not know me
I'm floatingg on greatness, I know they watch the way I walk but don't say sh*t
We were brothers on that block until that case hit, see my Brodie on the news, they did him faceless, yeahhh-ah
