CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I Suppose
Gettin' money wasn't peaceful
Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)
Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite
Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old
Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning
Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose
New gods sporting on my shit so righteous
Cocaina flow I get you off through the sinus
I ain't got no beef I leave that shit all behind us
I suppose, I suppose
I'm In a Honda Accord
One of the boys
Thinking life can be enjoyed
By the same things that annoy you
Now we mix more cannabinoids in our florals
Women be like dam Fishscales' you just so cordial
I grew up in the sticks with the outhouses
Big pastures out back
Somehow we still found crack
Never did know I was Po until they told me
Then I start looking round like got dam this country owes me
Bad liver, from years of corn liquor
You want to stop but it don't fit ya
The only reason half of any of us hang, is cause we all struggle
Don't get caught on the trestle
That shit'll crush you
And get ya money
Cause they dying to come arrest you
Gettin' money wasn't peaceful
Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)
Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite
Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old
Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning
Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose
Yesterday was pay day, and I just got the rent paid
Livin' my life in the best way, fuck what y'all niccas think
I'm thankful, nah better yet I'm grateful, that I can afford the shit I pay for
You niccas ain't on my radar
I'm grinding for what I pray for
Family is what I'll slay for
Come test me now, I'm comin' up from the basement door, so brace for more
Niccas is out here, with hate galore
I'm just tryin to get the paper, score
Another lick, you think we think we slick
Then wait until the neighbors snore
3 in the morning, grinding, money on my minding
My own business driving from Florida up to Wisconsin
Grown man shit, pistol in his hand like Charles Bronson
Shout out to action, and all the shows that he got poppin'
Until the wheels falls, failure is not an option
Gettin' money wasn't peaceful
Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)
Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite
Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old
Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning
Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose
I suppose
Front porch, cold beer, future looking so clear
Oh dear, set the tone and elevate, folk-lift
Moving different now a day, maxing out a power play
Only time I'm boxed in is gripping wood in Chevrolet
Off white, Chevy Chase, bend a comer foggy morning
(Ugh)... platinum cookie salad that's a sweet aroma
Country girl in sexy panties stirring macaroni
Living life in ways to multiply special moments
Rising above it... smoking in public
Tequila in buckets... money the subject
Thankful and grateful, behavior on some country boy
Praying everyday I see is filled with joy... ugh
I suppose
Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)
Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite
Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old
Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning
Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose
New gods sporting on my shit so righteous
Cocaina flow I get you off through the sinus
I ain't got no beef I leave that shit all behind us
I suppose, I suppose
I'm In a Honda Accord
One of the boys
Thinking life can be enjoyed
By the same things that annoy you
Now we mix more cannabinoids in our florals
Women be like dam Fishscales' you just so cordial
I grew up in the sticks with the outhouses
Big pastures out back
Somehow we still found crack
Never did know I was Po until they told me
Then I start looking round like got dam this country owes me
Bad liver, from years of corn liquor
You want to stop but it don't fit ya
The only reason half of any of us hang, is cause we all struggle
Don't get caught on the trestle
That shit'll crush you
And get ya money
Cause they dying to come arrest you
Gettin' money wasn't peaceful
Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)
Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite
Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old
Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning
Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose
Yesterday was pay day, and I just got the rent paid
Livin' my life in the best way, fuck what y'all niccas think
I'm thankful, nah better yet I'm grateful, that I can afford the shit I pay for
You niccas ain't on my radar
I'm grinding for what I pray for
Family is what I'll slay for
Come test me now, I'm comin' up from the basement door, so brace for more
Niccas is out here, with hate galore
I'm just tryin to get the paper, score
Another lick, you think we think we slick
Then wait until the neighbors snore
3 in the morning, grinding, money on my minding
My own business driving from Florida up to Wisconsin
Grown man shit, pistol in his hand like Charles Bronson
Shout out to action, and all the shows that he got poppin'
Until the wheels falls, failure is not an option
Gettin' money wasn't peaceful
Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)
Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite
Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old
Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning
Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose
I suppose
Front porch, cold beer, future looking so clear
Oh dear, set the tone and elevate, folk-lift
Moving different now a day, maxing out a power play
Only time I'm boxed in is gripping wood in Chevrolet
Off white, Chevy Chase, bend a comer foggy morning
(Ugh)... platinum cookie salad that's a sweet aroma
Country girl in sexy panties stirring macaroni
Living life in ways to multiply special moments
Rising above it... smoking in public
Tequila in buckets... money the subject
Thankful and grateful, behavior on some country boy
Praying everyday I see is filled with joy... ugh
I suppose
