Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say I'm done with that bih
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
Had to make it jump, made a flick
Had to say I'm done with that bih
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
Aye
Brand new shit on my wrist
I been going off in this bitch
Why they all thought I would slip?
Same ones all on my dick
My brother done, fresh out his sentence
I'm so happy I can't put together a sentence
Swear, I don't even need yo lil mention
No intervention, got it out my own intention
I look so damn clean in my new fits
Might just sip some lean, moving too quick, skrrrt
I just popped a bean, got me too lit
Popped up on your screen
With some new shit
Swine flu, bitch I'm too, too sick
You ain't slime foo, you a new new kid
Blowing up like that boom boom stick
Now she showing love, I'm getting used to it
Popped a couple xannies and I'm flying in a spaceship
Plug for the addies, I don't ever even take them
Gas on me, aye, don't mess up the rotation
They all passed on me, but I still got my J in
And they don't even know it
Shit is so dope, now they all wanna control it
I made one or two records, now I'm rolling
Gave her one or two shots, now she hoe'in
Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say I'm done with that bitch, aye
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit, aye
Had to make it jump, made a flick
Had to say I'm done with that bitch, aye
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
I left that
Going up like a jet pack
I was struggling to see the light when it was jet black
I keep it a hunnid with this shit, you can check that
Had to throw a bone to myself, knew I would fetch that
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I ain't kitten
Trapping in my city, had the work in my kitchen
Tried to knock me off, in position, I ain't slippin
Looking through the fog, I got 20/20 vision, aye
Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say im done with that bitch
I'm about to run with the check
I'm about to
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Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say I'm done with that bih
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
Had to make it jump, made a flick
Had to say I'm done with that bih
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
Aye
Brand new shit on my wrist
I been going off in this bitch
Why they all thought I would slip?
Same ones all on my dick
My brother done, fresh out his sentence
I'm so happy I can't put together a sentence
Swear, I don't even need yo lil mention
No intervention, got it out my own intention
I look so damn clean in my new fits
Might just sip some lean, moving too quick, skrrrt
I just popped a bean, got me too lit
Popped up on your screen
With some new shit
Swine flu, bitch I'm too, too sick
You ain't slime foo, you a new new kid
Blowing up like that boom boom stick
Now she showing love, I'm getting used to it
Popped a couple xannies and I'm flying in a spaceship
Plug for the addies, I don't ever even take them
Gas on me, aye, don't mess up the rotation
They all passed on me, but I still got my J in
And they don't even know it
Shit is so dope, now they all wanna control it
I made one or two records, now I'm rolling
Gave her one or two shots, now she hoe'in
Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say I'm done with that bitch, aye
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit, aye
Had to make it jump, made a flick
Had to say I'm done with that bitch, aye
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
I left that
Going up like a jet pack
I was struggling to see the light when it was jet black
I keep it a hunnid with this shit, you can check that
Had to throw a bone to myself, knew I would fetch that
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I ain't kitten
Trapping in my city, had the work in my kitchen
Tried to knock me off, in position, I ain't slippin
Looking through the fog, I got 20/20 vision, aye
Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say im done with that bitch
I'm about to run with the check
I'm about to
Had to say I'm done with that bih
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
Had to make it jump, made a flick
Had to say I'm done with that bih
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
Aye
Brand new shit on my wrist
I been going off in this bitch
Why they all thought I would slip?
Same ones all on my dick
My brother done, fresh out his sentence
I'm so happy I can't put together a sentence
Swear, I don't even need yo lil mention
No intervention, got it out my own intention
I look so damn clean in my new fits
Might just sip some lean, moving too quick, skrrrt
I just popped a bean, got me too lit
Popped up on your screen
With some new shit
Swine flu, bitch I'm too, too sick
You ain't slime foo, you a new new kid
Blowing up like that boom boom stick
Now she showing love, I'm getting used to it
Popped a couple xannies and I'm flying in a spaceship
Plug for the addies, I don't ever even take them
Gas on me, aye, don't mess up the rotation
They all passed on me, but I still got my J in
And they don't even know it
Shit is so dope, now they all wanna control it
I made one or two records, now I'm rolling
Gave her one or two shots, now she hoe'in
Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say I'm done with that bitch, aye
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit, aye
Had to make it jump, made a flick
Had to say I'm done with that bitch, aye
I'm about to run with the check
I make you my son with this shit
I left that
Going up like a jet pack
I was struggling to see the light when it was jet black
I keep it a hunnid with this shit, you can check that
Had to throw a bone to myself, knew I would fetch that
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I ain't kitten
Trapping in my city, had the work in my kitchen
Tried to knock me off, in position, I ain't slippin
Looking through the fog, I got 20/20 vision, aye
Finally seen the sun through the mist, ooh
Had to say im done with that bitch
I'm about to run with the check
I'm about to
Writer: Andrew Bennett
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