6kfly - Progression

It aint no man I fear but god
I clutch my choppa hard
I hit the road all by my lonely ion need no dawg
Diamonds in my mouth having a light show make the crowd applaud
Quarterback the play we run a iso when we cracking cards
Im on that fly yo bitch out of state
Give her dick have her gaining weight
I get fresh when i put on bape
At a restaurant eating steak
Bitch Im too real I cant fuck with fake
I get better on every tape
And wherever the plane go I get money an any state
Like my father Im a G
I heard his pistol went off left that pussy in the street
Had to chase my dream Flamerz in the booth I feel like meek
Draco FN AR bitch we can go to war every week
Every time Im in the studio my fans know ima tweak
Progression
Every time we spin them niggas block you know we wetting
Yeah I went to school but Ill send yo ass to heaven
On the block peewee for that bag no seven eleven
In the club popping bottles pretty bitches in my section
AR with the flashlight boy you know I be on P
I wont let em get up on me even though they think Im sweet
Too much ice up on my neck and mouth I gotta keep my heat
Too much bitches in this pretty house and they fucking for free
Plug fell in love with me he say You get it off too fast
Speed chasing go out of town next day I wake up for class
And yeah I know my life crazy I risk it all to get that bag
Remember use to take showers with boxers I aint have a rag
Progression
Seen my first 100k and thought life was precious
But more Money mean more problems so that Shit had me stressing
But no money in this world can take away fucking depression
So I slept em
Ran up in his house Christmas time took the presents
Watch who you be hanging round especially when you flexing
I fucked her and her friend now she got smoke with me forever
Glitch finesse you for your bank card
Yeah that shit you played for me was buzz and it aint hard
And how I got more money then you and we do the same job
Diamonds wet as fuck like I been playing around in raindrops
It aint no man I fear but god
I clutch my choppa hard
I hit the road all by my lonely ion need no dawg
Diamonds in my mouth having a light show make the crowd applaud
Quarterback the play we run a iso when we cracking cards
Im on that fly yo bitch out of state
Give her dick have her gaining weight
I get fresh when i put on bape
At a restaurant eating steak
Bitch Im too real I cant fuck with fake
I get better on every tape
And wherever the plane go I get money an any state

Written by:
Lawrence Chambers

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