ScootaTooCold - Secured

(Been gambling with life no thinking twice gotta get these bands)
(Aye)
(Gotta get these bands)
(Get these bands yaa aye)
Been gambling with life no thinking twice gotta get these bands
Secure the bag, thought I had it and it fell right out my hands
Just do the math and subtract some niggas ain't really your mans
Me and my niggas go way back at them apartments selling grams
And my brother 'member we almost got caught up in that jam
High expectations set for me, I'll do for you just what I can
And for my grams, fly you out and have your feet all in the sand, we from the mud
You was there when I ain't have a plan, I can't thank you enough
I can't lie, I had rainy days, thought 'bout giving up
Now I need it all and I need it in a rush
I was out here catching plays
I was grinding, I was up
You was sleeping with your cover tucked
Can't be doing that if you gone run it up
Niggas broke and flexing for the gram it's nothing but a cover up
Ain't nothing wrong with falling on your ass, just get up turn your hustle up
I know some niggas down bad on they last don't never plan on coming up
If you don't think that we can make it then don't come with us
Model bitches damn near naked they just wanna have some fun with us
Different drip what's the occasion
She gone fuck because my name
I don't do too much persuasion
Rolling up exotic strains
Got me looking like I'm Asian
Only focused on these bands
I can careless what you saying
I'm patient I know one day they gone know just who I am
Had a face off with my demons know most niggas woulda ran
All I needed was a chance
Don't pay me in love rather you pay me in advance
'Member they gave me a shrug then I grew up to be the man
Now I'm on top I see so many hands
They think my life is picture perfect I'll pose if I can
This all part of the plan
I was just riding sedan
Now I'm riding drop top
I started off low but I came up I cannot stop
Can't nothing get in the way of my guap
Been down before never again I been saving a lot
Been through the most and I ain't know if I'd make it or not
But it wont be much longer til I'm on hope they saved me a spot
Been gambling with life no thinking twice gotta get these bands
Secure the bag, thought I had it and it fell right out my hands
Just do the math and subtract some niggas ain't really your mans
Me and my niggas go way back at them apartments selling grams
And my brother 'member we almost got caught up in that jam
High expectations set for me, I'll do for you just what I can
And for my grams, fly you out and have your feet all in the sand, we from the mud
You was there when I ain't have a plan, I can't thank you enough

Written by:
Henry Smith III

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