Thank God that we here again, you know
This the kinda shit that make you let it go
Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
Now we got it (Got it) bumpin' (Bumpin'), run it down
Now we got it (Got it) bumpin', it's the sound
Now we got it bumpin', run it down
Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
Yeah, what's your life like?
I been on my lonely, tryna write, like
There ain't no more days up in this life, like
She said, "Don't be stressin' in the limelight"
And get your mind right, ayy
Prayers up, for the most part
Ain't no chillin' on the sofa
Head gone, head so far
In the clouds any minute now
I should get it now, I already told y'all
I been tired of the useless
I been tired of the usin'
I ain't even talkin' loosely
Your shit don't move me
Niggas thinkin' it's a movie
I just wanna make a move, see
'Cause it gets like that when your checks ain't stack
And your money ain't right and you wanna get high
With 'em and then you're just wastin' time
And I don't wanna waste no time
I just wanna get my money
And I just wanna live my life
Ain't nobody wanna ride
Ain't nobody on my side (Woo)
Ain't no time (Ain't no), ain't nobody on time (Ayy)
Thank God that we here again, you know
This the kinda shit that make you let it go
Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
Now we got it (Got it) bumpin' (Bumpin'), run it down
Now we got it (Got it) bumpin', it's the sound
Now we got it bumpin', run it down
Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
Run it down
Take it a day at a time
Pray that we all gonna shine
I seen the darkest of days
I need a spark and a change
You got me stuck in my ways
They pointed fingers to blame
Really, it's one in the same thing
And I never wanna be famous
Something about it be great
Something about what I make
I only feel when I'm down
I been around and back in the lab
I feel like I'm runnin' around
I need to be with the fam
I need to speak with my dad
Things on my mind
Thinkin' about everything that we had
Crusin' in the city, ride slow
Tryna clear my mind for the most
Okay, it's alright, I hope
Only way I know is when I'm-
Thank God that we here again, you know
This the kinda shit that make you let it go
Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
Now we got it bumpin', drop it, run it down
Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
Now we got it bumpin', run it down
Now we got it bumpin', run it down
Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Look
Feel like a million dollars, I'm tryna holler
Rememberin' the days when you said that I was a goner
I ain't gonna lie, man it hit me, like real proper
Talkin' on the phone for some hours, I had to top up
Five days past it, oh what a blast
Them days used to be the good days with my dogs
Now I'm ATL chillin'
Look who's back with a soul that's different
I don't need dead weight, show you what's missin'
You are only messin' with the pictures, not chasin'
Funny how they treat you when your love is for the takin'
You got it wrong, go on, must have been mistakin'
I ain't even hatin', really just jaded off the bullshit (Ayy)
New number, new phone, who dis? (Ahh)
I been tryna turn a new page
I been around the world, it felt great
My buddy on it told me, "Keep it 25-8"
Fuck it, if they love you don't worry 'bout the hate
Shit gets real when you start to make planes
And that's just the way, and that's just the way
And that's just the way it goes (Way it goes)
That's just the way it goes (Way it goes)
Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
I'm really in the cut, no shit (No shit)
I been workin' twenty-four seven, no flinch (No flinch)
Ride around the city, ghost ridin' the whip (Skrt)
Right now couldn't give a fuck what it is
Right now I been hearin' all the same shit
Right now got me thinkin, "Is this really it?" (Really)
Just a young black man tryna get in (Get it)
Tryna put the pieces to the puzzle, it's a mix
Black, cut the talkin', put the muzzle on the clique
Is it realer than it is? I ain't gonna lie
We just tryna make a dime, are you down with the clique?
There for the 'Gram, right here, take a pic
Niggas goin' ham for the ends where I live
Bitch, I come alive, how you think I made it here?
They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you clear
I come alive, how you think I made it here?
