industry but i am made i cannot recall the plays i have made so many

nights that i worked in nice later now i see income like every day all of them nights that i pray to the sky

All of the bloods that I did in my life All of the pride that I lied to this day

I came back the moment that I realized in my back.

Get it?

s**t stress me yeah doing it with meaning that we just can't see

My wrist flexed in.

If I pull up on the strip with your chick tucked in, you're not seeing me.

Dress me up.

Doing it with meaning.

Are we just guessing?

Yeah.

Frozen up.

I am so cold on this cold now Too much that bag overflow now

Too much to contain, can't hide away.

Need to hide away, my life is gold now.

Everything changing, I glow now Say my name and she might call now But well, that's just how it goes

Goes down when you live this way, yeah I'm out the window, watch my wrist flex

If I pull up on a strip with your chick tucked in, you're not singing with me.

Oh, I'm out the window.

Watch me.

Flex

If I pull up on the strip with your chick tuck.

s**t stress me doing it with meaning that we just guess

Please don't tell me that you want me round Please don't tell me that you want me now

Now you gotta always hear my sound All your friends gon' talk about me now I'm all up in your circle, I'm still blowin' purple grape

I'm still gettin' money, smokin' blood straight to the face I'm still on that fly shit that your new man can't relate

When I seen you last time, man, you should've seen your face I be up in APC, my denim from Japan

Put the jackets, man, they call me Denim Dan Keep my beanie rolled and my pants slightly cuffed, ayy

So when you see me, what is up?

I'm that groovy baby.

She gon' choose me, baby.

Fuck.

Fuck your ladies, I'm a rockstar Billy Goin' hard, fuck your favors, I'm a real player From the old school, see the beeper, you a real lame

No school, you a creeper, she's a bad bang But a fat thang, I'ma keep her in my lockbox, no

I'm a keeper, yeah, I don't trap But you know, that shit go I saw Shorty in the front row

Like, let's go.

Arm out the window, watch my wrist flex.

And if I pull up on the street.

You're not saying what you mean and that shit stress me doing it with

Meaning of me just guessing Arm out the window, watch my wrist flexing If I pull up on the street

With your chick tucked in You not saying what you mean And that shit stress me

Doing it with meaning or we just guessing, yeah.