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Having dreams of getting rich
And nightmares of Dying
Only one life to live
And the time flying
So it's time for grinding
Cuz a pinch of sand
Can 1 day turn into a diamond
I'm tryna run the game
Look errybody jogging
Can't move a kilo with a snitch
Finna hit Hawaii find a lilo
Shyt I'm stitch
I said until I get rich
I ain't going shopping
So the sneaker box is where
I drop off my deposit
I wanna crib wit a
Gun range in the closet
But tell the truth
Growing up I was never violent
I was too nice
Had turn into a goblin
Feel like a grimlem after
Midnight that's a heavy problem
I used to freestyle for fun
Nowadays I only Jott it
Or put in my phone
They say bars be outta pocket
Throwing clutch shots
Need to send me to the rockets
Take the risk or go broke
I'm taking the first option
Backwoods stuffed with some dro Bitch
Oh shyt what I say explosive
Can't believe I wrote this
Niggas know I'm focused
Work all in the pot hoody season
Hocus pocus
Shorty on my dick I let throat it
She be chocking
Laughing at not
With you goofy niggas
We ain't joking
Gotta get the money start the wave Like a ocean
Sipping on this potion
So you know I'm coasting
West Side of philly born and raised
I'm from the bottom back then
I was rocking the braids
Ai Jersey earrings with some fresh Ass J'S
Since I'm growing my hair back
They say I'm stuck in ways
Nowadays I'm on da paper route
I gotta get paid
Clock in clock out
Then make a couple of plays
Lil biddy on da wood
I think she tryna get slayed
Put a Duddy in the air
I think she feeling the haze
Tryna do something strange
But I ain't giving no change
No I ain't giving no change
Tryna do something strange
But I ain't giving no change
In the kitchen sipping kool aid
I feel like Melvin
Smoke weed all day
So I started selling
Can't let nobody stop my grind
Bottom line imma shine
Used to walked to thru all hoods
No strap
Fuck it I'm cool
Now I'm sitting in a drop with a Glock
On the move
But I be chilling I ain't no opps
But I feel the day approaching
Can't lose focus keep grinding keep Toting
Guns in the crib
To big to bring out in the open
These ar's cause too much Commotion
Sipping on some brown shit
Rolling up some horse shit
The weed ain't getting rolled
If I can't tell if that shit potent
If I can't tell if that shit potent
I roll a wood just to numb the pain
Roll thru da hood and fw the gang
I think I grew out the habit of Wanting heavy chains
For the moment I rather cop me a Fucking range
Wasn't rich growing up
I just wanted change
Getting coins like sonic
Then the thunder came
Mama still don't know that I'm Running through the game
When this music release
She might just be ashamed
But I made these decisions
Cuz I want better days
Tryna re up outta state cuz I want Better haze
I ain't in it for life
Fuck it call it a phase
Had nfl dreams but fucked up my leg
Wanted to play for the gators but I Ain't go to college
Hands like Odell and randy moss
Picture that
Ye combine it
Heaven sent but growing kinda made
Me demonic
A lot of plans changes
I couldn't do nothing about it
Fuck clout I need a house and a Couple deposits

Written by:
Tykhir Deveaux

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