Craven - Bankrolls

Since the very start I was always looked at like a joke
Now bout all these people know
That I'm really up to something
I would pull up flexin at the function
But it don't seem like I'm someone that they really fuck with
And I don't get no invites if I do I'd decline
To myself for this life I'm bouta take off
Like a race car
Ain't nobody fuckin with me up in space bro

No
I'm not just a joke
Fuck you and fakes that you know
Cold from the rain
Another rolls on the way
I stand for the real where they ain't
Swallow all these thoughts let it rang
I feel so deranged like It's all been in vein I been trapped in a chase get the fuck out my face bro

Yeah I know I seem a little crazy
But I think maybe that's from all these foes thought friends
Let it end
All I want are these brand new iced out baguettes
No regrets or at least that's what I did know
I'm gon hold it down for all the fam though
We gon pop our shit like we 88 glam bro
Pull up in a lambo count out all these bankrolls

Ask me if I could give a uh
I ain't bouta say no average stupid typical stuff
I been abused by the bluffs
It keep me rollin these blunts
I can't control it enough uh
Disregard the lyrics you can hear I been lost
Break it down to the cost or the cause hold up pause
Cause ion really wanna talk about it
I'm frownin
From all this pressure i been fuckin drownin
Woah

I feel siphoned out of all of my energy no
Y'all that buggin bout a youngin want clout
But nobody wanna go and figure that shit out
Dissect a route so directors shout
I'm the one that leads the whole team right out the crowd
Hop up on the stage get that shit riled up
I ain't no child bruh we really wild huh

Yeah we hold our weight bumpin 808s
I don't need no grace really feelin great right up out the gates
I feel cast away old me been erased done it with distaste

fuck it Ima show em what I made of
With the change up now I'm so evasive
Ima pull up on em shoot no shot like a basic
All I'm tryna do is count hunnids in the basement
All these fuckers ain't even listen to my statements

Yeah I know I seem a little crazy
But I think maybe that's from all these foes thought friends
Let it end
All I want are these brand new iced out baguettes
No regrets or at least that's what I did know
I'm gon hold it down for all the fam though
We gon pop our shit like we 88 glam bro
Pull up in a lambo count out all these bankrolls

Written by:
Hunter Massery

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