Rockie Fresh - My Season lyrics

Dog, it's not a question, the homie Rockie Fresh got flows I hit the club just to show 'em that I got hoes Ever since I got cold and the wrist got froze Now I'm in the club, Nudie jeans and some bygoes But no, a n***a not fly just 'cause of my clothes Oh how my mind grows to see me reaching my goals Realizing I'm chose, milli from a micro, open to success But something less, I got my mind closed And it's funny, I got the call, I got my spot set From the phone booth to the DJ Booth dot net Then I got your girl and afterward, she got wet Had to wear goggles but I took it for a throttle Varnish looking in my bottle, she thirsty so she sip this n***as can't see me, I'm about to make a witness Not with making friends, I'm more with making business If that sh** don't make money, then that sh** don't make a difference And because I make a difference, many are a fan of mine Request me on the DJ Booth and they quick to stand in line I been getting on and getting blown like a dandelion Girls wanna get nailed and my watch is saying hammer time Man, it's all hands on me like a clock So they finna blow me till a n***a reach the top I'm all up in a sweater, y'all just chillin on the dock And your sh** wouldn't sell if you threw it on a yacht Boy, stop and yet they continue with the hating I let these hoes tell like where I stay, where I vacation Hid my new sh** for a moment, they been waiting Like I'm in the doctor's office, I just had to make 'em patient Were y'all being patient? No, y'all not adjacent And ain't no other n***a take it far as I'm a take it Yeah cause love my charm like I'm hanging from they bracelet Rappers get ate like I'm on my Johnny Case yeah I just gotta make it, they love what I'm on That's why they wanna kick it like Dragonfly Jones Order Dominoes and they'll later play bones I slam 'em on the table, spit that game because I'm able I am Rockie and I am able, hanging with the winners And when I see money, then I'm always thinking dinner Why? Because I'm eating, never been beaten They think I'm off the spice rack 'cause it is my season, gone