Will Martian - HOODIE $ZN

Feel like I'm on a new level
Don't do too well with the stressing
Know I be smoking that pressure
Do what I want to do
Taking good care of my vessel
Racking and counting my blessings
Gotta get down and get messy
Do what you got to do
Cause it's hoodie season
Tucking
A nigga gon have his reasons
100s, okay
Praying for the root of all evil
Fuck it
Everybody got they needs

Isaiah the prophet I'm scraping them dollars
My pockets they watching but never be grinding
It wouldn't be me cuz it couldn't be me
Bitch I stay on a roll don't know how to stop it
But I got some options yeah I got my options
You look in my closet and scroll through my contacts
I'm copping deposits and dropping that pipe
Hoodie season for stacking not drama
Just plotting the come up we doing it right
Me and Luser and the rest of the squad
We ain't loosing it's set up for the ride
Let me introduce you to addiction and vibes
Polish the whip til that thing shine
Slide me a 5th and a 3.5
Got me a grip and a peace of mind
Now ever since throwing peace signs
Chucking the deuce like the thing to do
Aye I charge up the game never rewind
Cutting dead weight fatten up the plate
Shit, you choose what you choose imma still climb
Winter on cold but I'm still fire
Close ones the cobras beware the bites
Smoke in Mercedes start racing the time
Open my mouth now the moon shining

Feel like I'm on a new level
Don't do too well with the stressing
Know I be smoking that pressure
Do what I want to do
Taking good care of my vessel
Racking and counting my blessings
Gotta get down and get messy
Do what you got to do
Cause it's hoodie season
Tucking
A nigga gon have his reasons
100s, okay
Praying for the root of all evil
Fuck it
Shawty know I got my needs

Buss it, buss it, buss it
Throwing that shit for the team
Playing like you ain't you for the streets
Baby girl you don't want me
It ain't even really that deep
Wait, shit ain't all like it be seeming
Can't have peaches with the cream
But I know this grass be the greenest
Smoking that tree like a chimney
Throwing that dope in a pot we just whipping it
Lil shawty addicting
Keep my composure no good with commitment
Focused on digits
Coming up short then I pull out the digi scale
100s and 50s
Hell, I'm just tryna keep this shit warm through the winter

Feel like I'm on a new level
Don't do too well with the stressing
Know I be smoking that pressure
Do what I want to do
Taking good care of my vessel
Racking and counting my blessings
Gotta get down and get messy
Do what you got to do
Cause it's hoodie season
Tucking
A nigga gon have his reasons
100s, okay
Praying for the root of all evil
Fuck it
Everybody got they needs

Written by:
Isaiah Williams

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