Uh-huh You can turn, turn the headphones up Though some more Like, leave my vocals like that, let's get it Yeah, ayy
I need paper like I'm Hov, I need thirty before thirty Need mercy on my soul Made the Thirty Under Thirty (Forbes) I made a teardrop in my robes Came from shit, we came from hits I made it back, dirt on my clothes
Now I'm here, 2018, Shit was different, what a year 2019, it was tough, but I'm like, "Fuck it, it's in the rear" 2020, COVID hit And I'm just gettin' shit in gears I ain't even reach all my goals And I'm still shittin' on my peers I ain't even see my potential, I'm still tryna face my fears Feel that music in my heart Soon as I hear it in my ears I don't wanna go and turn the clubs up, I handle biz
Big bro told me not to grab The Maybach truck, pull up in his 2021 sedan, two-hundred grand, Yeah, I did (Four door) Said I wasn't gon' buy shit no more Really, that bih for my bro though Pullin' from me, what you put into me Won't get nothin', no more I can't go broke, that's a no-go Make that paper jump like pogo Only Trackhawk in L.A. this color, Act like that's the low-low Still up in my shit, solo Pull up, shoot some shit from logo (Brr) Tryna flex for likes, you in a strike Or stupid, that's a store low Play with me, I'm seein' rojo Pussy, I'm in go-mode
Ayy, can you stand the rain? (Can you stand the rain?) I can stand the rain (I can stand the rain) Used to stand in the rain (Used to stand in the rain) I can stand the rain (I can stand the rain) Used to stand in the rain (Stand in the rain) Can you stand the rain? (Can you stand the rain?) Used to stand in the rain (Stand in the rain) I can stand the rain
Ayy, used to stay in the rain After Francis Lane, we standin' the pain I was filled with anger, Homie got banged for sayin' my name Let his thirty flame, ain't changed, Stood up for his gang Then his mans blew out his brain, This a dirty game Left-handed, grip it firm And I got sturdy aim Glizzy with mixed personalities, Got thirty names Pop out like I'm Mr. T, I got on thirty chains
Bent the Lamb' truck rims, It cost me thirty-K Missin' family, reminiscin' 'bout them early days Fuck G Herbo, they just listenin' to what Herbie say I ain't really give a fuck though at my early ages Got too many in them pearly gates and scary cages If you know, you know, I went through phases, Different stages, broad day, had guns blazin' With the bravest, for real Seen action like a movie but that shit was real Then bein' too courageous got my nigga killed
Damn, long live Max and C Money That's why I got that big ass Max around my neck That's I got that "See Money Green," track, ho That's why I got a "See Money Green" Rollex anniversary But really, though, this shit in me That's why I'm Super Savage to the max I had to think about it, you know, I had to humble myself But then again, I am what I am
I gotta stay brave, I gotta stay on it 'Cause I know the universe Ain't gonna have lead way on me And that's just all off real life and situations, And shit I been through, you know? I'm only twenty-five But I feel like I've lived ten life times And there's no coincidence A nigga really with the shit
I look at my niggas And I look at my niggas' kids And I look at my kid, And I see so much of us in them So that's why I be tryna, like change the cycle But a lot of this shit meant We just gotta learn to control it As best as we can, you know? G HerboTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
