Scoota10k - Find My Way

Keep running circles trying to find my way (ay, yaa)
I'm a be a-ok
Long as I get money that shit always make my day
House in the hills ain't come with no curtains
It's crazy 'cause curtains they come in a Wraith
They wouldn't respond when I ain't have motion
But nowadays they in my personal space
Ain't talked to my mom that shit got me hurting
I been on the grind i'm hoping it's worth it
I'm trying to collect me more chicken than churches
I should be in a church how i'm spitting these verses
I might just spend your reup on a purchase
I been trying to break generational curses
Know she feeling me I see my name in her searches
I need millions before I lay in some hearses
(Ayy)
When I drop it's a state of emergency
Smoking on something stronger than Hercules
Somebody get this bitch off me she irking me
I need a white coupe inside burgundy
Walked in the spot and I looked at like 30 Ps
Up getting active my phone hitting early
I be creating the waves like Murray's
Pape' on the flo' told my brother let's get it
Pray for my downfall why would you wish it
I don't want to be around y'all I'm on a mission
I'm taking these jail calls just reminiscing
Said I won't fuck her again but she tempting
Maybe I'm tripping but shit to conflicting
Maybe I'm best in LA, Blake Griffin
I only use commas to finish my sentence
All this love shit got me sick no symptoms (ayy)
Everybody do wrong but want to play victim
Like 'em petite but I need me a thick one
So many hustles to get it just pick one
I got a gift it ain't come with a ribbon
I just played all the cards in the hand I was giving
To some I'm a hero to some I'm a villain
I'm a roll up a wood when I need me some healing
Keep running circles trying to find my way (ay, yaa)
I'm a be a-ok
Long as I get money that shit always make my day
House in the hills ain't come with no curtains
It's crazy 'cause curtains they come in a Wraith
They wouldn't respond when I ain't have motion
But nowadays they in my personal space
Ain't talked to my mom that shit got me hurting
I been on the grind i'm hoping it's worth it
I'm trying to collect me more chicken than churches
I should be in a church how i'm spitting these verses
I might just spend your reup on a purchase
I been trying to break generational curses
Know she feeling me I see my name in her searches
I need millions before I lay in some hearses

Written by:
Henry Smith III

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