Stevie Bucks - My Actual Ways lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie Bucks] Raised in the back of the projects, never had a lot Just a penny and a thought And its good cause I got What I wanted, not a lot But I'm on it Thinking of the days I had four bills had me haunted That crack wreck, like a fat mans crack sweat Trying to catch the bus in the middle of August n***as feeling my spit, cause my lyric is honest In my city there's a bunch of no jimmy's being fathered Life gets harder Have to go hard to get paid These young boys from a land, they want to be brave Some n***as want to be seen, but me I stay in the shade I keep an I Will Smith in case you want to see Jade And Jade is anything that stay under my ways Know yourself before you come to my ways I'm just a young cat, raised off the love of the haze Back in the days I could smoke until you see my life change ways Now my chest be heavy and I cough with a gaze Besides the blunts I be counting the days Sometimes I chill with a bird and I adapt to its ways A rat in maze, we trapped in the phase [Hook: Stevie Bucks] Hopefully yo you see me getting back to my ways My actual ways, sh** And hopefully I'm getting back to ways My actual ways, sh** [Verse 2: Stevie Bucks] When you raised in the projects Life hard God bless Church on Sunday's, just to see your mom's rest Now you holding arms like an arm rest I'm just a child from the darkest August Even in the winter, I be ginger Going hardcore till I'm injured Heaven on Earth, popping bottles with the sinners Old school, like the spinners Need money need more, see more like Skinner Got n***as owe me money for debt, like Jimmer Or they wet, like Jimmer My ca**ette's not thinner Than the average I'm fat, like the baddest a**es Hold a**ets and stocks Need head, need weave, like a basket I need weed like a rasta Cheese like a pastor See a lot of scars but I bees Mufasa And if I ever have a Simba You know I'm finna do whatever it takes Take church what