The d** stop me from feinin'
Lift my mood with a smile and my smile threatens my demons
Thoughts of suicide turn into songs of family and freedom
And how I want it, I got it, but honestly I don't need it
Verse:
Because I cruise with the Brodies
And we smokin' and sippin
Pastor told me live holy
The homie told me f** livin'
Rather die like we ballin'
Then live like we b**hes
Been poein' pints of that potion
And now it's purple we pissin'
"Am I gon feed all my homies?"
Told em b**h it's a picnic!
'cause if I eat then we feast
And if I starve then we stickin'
Them n***as up with that burner until they cough up that chicken
You can't check for a n***a 'cause I got checks in my vision
I got Feds in my business and I got hoes on my dick
No attachment on mamas man I just f** and I dip
Distant don't call, blog, tweet, text, dm on some sh**
Shippin' a n***a heart to syrup streets p**y or the clip
Pastor say I'm a trip...
But he can't knock the hustle
Only opinion that matters gon be the one up above you
I told him imma get money
Got a problem then f** you
And he say,"Get it but remember son the money don't love you"
Hook:
But stack yo dough how you want
Gon start you a wave
Keep yo God by yo side
Sit yo gun where you lay
Keep yo cross on yo chest
Keep yo hoes on a blade (yea yea)2x