[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, we just gon' some have fun this time 'round here, Trey (X.O.)
Look
[Verse 1]
I graduated from the school of the hard knocks
All B's—bossed up, bank roll, bad bitch, balling
Them dope boys I idolized back then, is all fiends
Ironic, they used to school me, never get high on your own supply
They used to tell me, "Watch them laws, you know them 4s connive"
But they never said that shit you chase could bring your own demise
But fuck it, I'm still buyin' gold, puttin' stones around it
Chop a top, I chrome the tires, drivin', gettin' dome inside it
And it's still fuck haters, bet not come on this side
If they ain't puttin' shit up on the 'Gram, we puttin' you on the grind
I'm on it now, this shit ain't just for me, I need my bros to shine
Built this from the ground, I swear we'll never let a ho divide
Boy 'cause I don't owe ya, play her like controllers
'Cause I never met a bitch without no motherfuckin' motive
We gon' count it 'til we can't, then we gon' double up the quota
Self-made, Forever Trill, until it's over, real talk
My only goal 'til I die, right now is fill vaults
Get my daughter straight, have her somewhere in the hills off
I peel off, drinkin' on some shit they say could kill cost
Really from the slums, I swear sometimes this shit could feel false
(Tihs) Figga nigga, did I do it with a deal? Nah
Black owned bitch, y'all could let them crackers pimp y'all
But me, I'ma die a legend, yeah, I've never been (Silly)
Damn
[Interlude]
It's ups and downs (Ups and down), highs and lows (Highs and lows)
Smiles and frowns (Smiles and frowns), that's all I know (Damn)
You up, they 'round (You up, they 'round), down it goes (Down it goes)
That's just how it goes (That's just how it goes), come and goes (Come and goes)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I never understand how
Niggas cool just livin' off another man
You tell him no once, he plottin' on other plans
Helped his ass for years and now he want you stretched like rubber bands
They ain't real
Or how we stay in relationships that's lackin' passion
Smilin' in pictures knowin' damn well your ass ain't happy
"#Goals" your caption
Your fears that you come with baggage
That you won't find another man out here to help you pack it
So you comfortable and stagnant
Bein' alone hurts, we gotta find yourself
Get out here and soul search, your best friends is no worth
And she stoppin' your revenue, never satisfied
Daddy, what you better do
You can't focus 'cause that ain't your queen, if she don't better you
I'm just tellin' the truths
But you ain't gotta listen to Pro' words
You head to the Bible, I think it's in Proverbs, haha
