Sakacity - Crusin' (feat. Jazz Bandito)

I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I pray
I wish
And i hope
My soul aint close to being sold

I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I pray
I wish
And i hope
My soul aint close to being sold

Please do not hinder me
Im chasing paper religiously
I don't need nobody tempting me
You cannot fuck with me mentally
If i said then i meant yes literally
Nigga don't mention me
This simple life doesn't interest me
Im at the goal bitch I'm chemically
She after doe so she into me
If i fucked on yo hoe well
We had chemistry
Maybe its simply we
Made a mistake bitch im meant to be
See i don't believing wishing
To many times it aint come to fruition
Talking to bushes while burning this green i been getting
Lost in these gardens I'm drifting
Im too uplifted in sinning
Man i swear that the juice from the fruit
Is the truth, I'm tripping
I get too caught up in visions
Keep love on pause like an intermission
Split up the check thats my lust for division
Keep adding racks like I'm in new edition
She love that white like her name was Whitney
Cashing out at the bank like my name was Whitney

I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I pray
I wish
And i hope
My soul aint close to being sold

I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I pray
I wish
And i hope
My soul aint close to being sold

That was my warm up
This what you call a one up
Headshot from the cover
Big boss I'm the under-
Dog, wait til the summer
Y'all cant stand the thunder
All eyes on the numbers
Aw wow i put you under

All of the people i see
That be talking to me
They pretending to be
Another enemy
Renting identities
Like they ball
But they not getting to me
Not at all

And i know a nigga gonna hear this and think
That im a another brother tryna get a deal
I aint
I just like
Painting a picture
I hear complaints
And its not
Even a mixture
That aint the case
Stir the pot
And when im whippin
I hit ya place
Neva stop
Loading the clip
Put it in ya face
It go pop
And then i dip
Never leave a trace
When i drop
That from the lip
They cant keep the pace

Just ride with a nigga
Tryna get a bigger ceiling
Ima fight
til i feel like ima undefeated winner
Under god
Man i swear that ima cop a bigger dinner
Ima ride
Til my heart stop beating and i finish

Goddamn

Im bend corners in GP
Bumping Spodie with roadies
You know it be on repeat
And before we was loaded
I told ya, you would see me
We exploded the moment
My brodies told me, be me

I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I pray
I wish
And i hope
My soul aint close to being sold

I used to get high to escape my mind
Now i get by by being on grind
All of the time
All of my time is gone
And i know
I pray
I wish
And i hope
My soul aint close to being sold

Written by:
Devin Nash, Jordan Lavergne

Publisher:
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