Johnathon Michael Stacey - Back on Track lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Josty Listen Back on track hourgla** Cant keep up you fallin' back Got the pac i'm countin stacks Sippin on that congac Where you at k** the rat Next move i'm all over that Plottin my plan of attack All I know is that It's a cold cold world but I still got the racks That's a fact Cut the act form up in the back When I count my money Yeah it best be exact She a real bad b**h that i'm trynna get at And if you need that you know the plug is intact Who would of known this sh** would have such an impact p**y money weed success for me they all attract Yeah I've seen it all and I cant fall back into the trap When it comes to the money I can never be distracted Its habit i'm blowing racks off on the fashion I cash in Flick my ashes Tab of acid Got no plastic Keep it under the mattress Camera flashes smoking gas out of gla** Puff puff then you pa** it All the weed you can imagine Rooftop Manhattan Callin' moves like madden But if its meant to be let it happen Eventually you start to see the pattern All the sh** you always stressin' doesn't even matter Spending your whole life climbing the up ladder Yeah yeah yeah trying to and reach what comes after Life do you and f** what they think is right Get lost in your thoughts at night The only way you're getting stabbed Is if you gave them the knife There's a lot of sh** that money buys But a b**h that'll stick by your side And a team that will do you right It's a cold cold world but I still got the racks That's a fact Cut the act form up in the back When I count my money Yeah it best be exact She a real bad b**h that i'm trynna get at And if you need that you know the plug is intact Who would of known this sh** would have such an impact p**y money weed success for me they all attract Yeah I've seen it all and I cant fall back into the trap Get up against the wall form a line don't flex a muscle Sometimes I drink to much and tonight i've had a couple Bloodshot eyes and crackin' knuckles Always been about the hustle Vision down the tunnel Stackin' paper in the concrete jungle Shatter wax crumble oil Dab on em their blood boils Respect like i'm royal Bad b**h know she loyal Vapin' black gold coils Make it rain on her she spoiled f**ing rule like Odoyle But when your plans start to foil well I'll be gone You see I got this dirty habit Burning trees until my lungs are feelin' asthmatic I got this problem where I am only attracted To the sh** that keeps me high up above the madness I wish I could move on forget all about it But the root of all evil got me trapped in f** with my money what the hell was you thinkin' And who are these randoms at the spot that you been bringing One foot in the grave keep on digging Lit as f** the room is spinning We been boys since the beginning Don't f** with friends you been picking Break my fam up I come swinging To the tops the only mission Always grindin time is tickin' f** fame just need my meal ticket One who made it who really did it Regardless of sins I committed If you want it go and get it Count your blessings every evening I've seen it all and i cant fall back into the trap You f** with the movement and you know that's a fact