Fredd C. - Goin Places

Hustlin' round the way
I really came from nothing
I ain't worried what you thank
Riding in my bucket
Vision blurry off the drank
Always in a hurry
Tryna level up my rank
Bitch you acting scary and I'm headed to the bank
Tryna do it big
For my brother doin' a bid
I can't tell a fib
Tryna get it how I live
Showed up in my bag
Rockin' dark shades
Used to treat me like a fan
Now you wanna parlay
Got 'em waiting on the main attraction
No debating
I lost my patience with you lame rappers
All that talking
Don't mean nothing
If you ain't showing action
I was heartless out here stuntin'
Tryna see a fraction
Niggas trying hard to be something you not
Went from dive bars to these rooftops
Close eyes still and I see arenas
On my grind still while I'm dodging demons
Drown my sorrows in the bottle and the green
Born a peasant but tomorrow I'm a king
Learned lessons while I'm plottin' on a dream
Gotta remain present
I got places to be
I got places to be
I can tell I made you uncomfortable
I'm from the mud
I ain't never been a Huxtable
Too much fake love and
All the ruckus though
I can't stop 'til that goal in my clutches bro
You ain't never pop shit
What you fussin' for
Damn she toxic
I still love her though
We should probably go our separate ways
You wasn't with me when I was low and
Doing desperate things
Hustlin' round the way
I really came from nothing
I ain't worried what you thank
Riding in my bucket
Vision blurry off the drank
Always in a hurry
Tryna level up my rank
Bitch you acting scary and I'm headed to the bank

Written by:
Fred Croney

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