They said G Blaze man, how could u be sad now
U in yo bag now, u always f*cking up some cash now
Guess what nigga, u don't know my f*ckin past now
That's y i smoke weed and sip lean til I pass out
Sorry I blacked out, thinkin bout some shii
Got a lot on my mind, more than money and a bitch
Tryna get the fam str8, gotta grind for the kids
Gotta stack it up nigga that's the only way to live
Cause these days the societies f*cked up
A black man can't get shii but jail time and tough luck
Get life in prison for flipping packs yea to run UP bucks
But officers get away when they cock back and buss us
See the governments tryna corrupt us
Take our focus off the money worried bout what trump does
But guess what, imma keep running up bucks
I can't stop, I'm on my grind, ifmma Run it up cuz
A young bup
Imma big dawg I'm not a pup
Living life to the fullest everyday I'm f*cked up
But so what
Nigga my pockets they so stuffed
Got so much cheese on me, my pockets like stuffed crust
Stay out my business
A nigga tryna go get it
Gotta run me up some digits, jus to live life with no limits
I be stepping out, in all the Gucci and fendi
I been dozing off, from all this lean that Im sipping
These drugs they got me tripping
Off perkys my mood shifting
Pop a xan lil nigga then pop yo ass like a skillet
Off ecstasy I b wigging
F*ck her and say I didn't
Oh that's yo girl, my bad, ain't my fault that she was wit it
Yeah she swallow she don't spit it
From the back yeah I hit it
And yeah I hate to admit it
But the pussy was exquisite
Ugh, yea, hop in a foreign then I dipping
230 on the dash best believe I'm bout to hit it
Light up a wood, like a punching bag its hitting
These niggas steady talking but niggas ain't really wit it
We got 30s wit extensions
So keep my name out ya mentions
For I go juice wrld, goodbye and nigga good riddance
2 to ya dome and wont nobody kno who did it
U can beat any case if u got u a meal ticket
And u know we got them benjis, that's y my team we winning
Gun u down, pop a xan, and forget that we even did it
Gblaze - Speaking My Mind Lyrics
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They said G Blaze man, how could u be sad now
U in yo bag now, u always f*cking up some cash now
Guess what nigga, u don't know my f*ckin past now
That's y i smoke weed and sip lean til I pass out
Sorry I blacked out, thinkin bout some shii
Got a lot on my mind, more than money and a bitch
Tryna get the fam str8, gotta grind for the kids
Gotta stack it up nigga that's the only way to live
Cause these days the societies f*cked up
A black man can't get shii but jail time and tough luck
Get life in prison for flipping packs yea to run UP bucks
But officers get away when they cock back and buss us
See the governments tryna corrupt us
Take our focus off the money worried bout what trump does
But guess what, imma keep running up bucks
I can't stop, I'm on my grind, ifmma Run it up cuz
A young bup
Imma big dawg I'm not a pup
Living life to the fullest everyday I'm f*cked up
But so what
Nigga my pockets they so stuffed
Got so much cheese on me, my pockets like stuffed crust
Stay out my business
A nigga tryna go get it
Gotta run me up some digits, jus to live life with no limits
I be stepping out, in all the Gucci and fendi
I been dozing off, from all this lean that Im sipping
These drugs they got me tripping
Off perkys my mood shifting
Pop a xan lil nigga then pop yo ass like a skillet
Off ecstasy I b wigging
F*ck her and say I didn't
Oh that's yo girl, my bad, ain't my fault that she was wit it
Yeah she swallow she don't spit it
From the back yeah I hit it
And yeah I hate to admit it
But the pussy was exquisite
Ugh, yea, hop in a foreign then I dipping
230 on the dash best believe I'm bout to hit it
Light up a wood, like a punching bag its hitting
These niggas steady talking but niggas ain't really wit it
We got 30s wit extensions
So keep my name out ya mentions
For I go juice wrld, goodbye and nigga good riddance
2 to ya dome and wont nobody kno who did it
U can beat any case if u got u a meal ticket
And u know we got them benjis, that's y my team we winning
Gun u down, pop a xan, and forget that we even did it
U in yo bag now, u always f*cking up some cash now
Guess what nigga, u don't know my f*ckin past now
That's y i smoke weed and sip lean til I pass out
Sorry I blacked out, thinkin bout some shii
Got a lot on my mind, more than money and a bitch
Tryna get the fam str8, gotta grind for the kids
Gotta stack it up nigga that's the only way to live
Cause these days the societies f*cked up
A black man can't get shii but jail time and tough luck
Get life in prison for flipping packs yea to run UP bucks
But officers get away when they cock back and buss us
See the governments tryna corrupt us
Take our focus off the money worried bout what trump does
But guess what, imma keep running up bucks
I can't stop, I'm on my grind, ifmma Run it up cuz
A young bup
Imma big dawg I'm not a pup
Living life to the fullest everyday I'm f*cked up
But so what
Nigga my pockets they so stuffed
Got so much cheese on me, my pockets like stuffed crust
Stay out my business
A nigga tryna go get it
Gotta run me up some digits, jus to live life with no limits
I be stepping out, in all the Gucci and fendi
I been dozing off, from all this lean that Im sipping
These drugs they got me tripping
Off perkys my mood shifting
Pop a xan lil nigga then pop yo ass like a skillet
Off ecstasy I b wigging
F*ck her and say I didn't
Oh that's yo girl, my bad, ain't my fault that she was wit it
Yeah she swallow she don't spit it
From the back yeah I hit it
And yeah I hate to admit it
But the pussy was exquisite
Ugh, yea, hop in a foreign then I dipping
230 on the dash best believe I'm bout to hit it
Light up a wood, like a punching bag its hitting
These niggas steady talking but niggas ain't really wit it
We got 30s wit extensions
So keep my name out ya mentions
For I go juice wrld, goodbye and nigga good riddance
2 to ya dome and wont nobody kno who did it
U can beat any case if u got u a meal ticket
And u know we got them benjis, that's y my team we winning
Gun u down, pop a xan, and forget that we even did it
Writer: Garrett Jones
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