[ Featuring
Fredo Bang ]
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run the routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm totin'
New extendo in this bitch, need to re- it, so load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills
I took a chance and rolled the dice (rolled the dice)
All these rap niggas act so weird
I got bodies in that field, ain't tattle-taled
She hit my line and I might slide (I might slide)
Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the deal (bitch)
Now I got her in my bed witnessin' my skills (ugh, ugh, uh-uh)
Yeah, I been stackin' royalties like Legos (Legos)
I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh (I don't play though)
Stuck between the streets and this rap shit
Like two slices of bread, I'm the mayo
Know I'm smilin' but I don't play though
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run the routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm totin'
New extendo in this bitch, need to re- it, so load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills
All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the jail
I been up grindin' with no sleep, feel like I don't even got time to rest
I been strugglin' all my life, I done finally got me a check
Young rich nigga, I could flood my necklace with baguettes
Fifteen hunnid on my kicks, this how you 'posed to stunt
And none of you niggas ain't seein' me, bitch, I got the belt
Like John Cena, but I ain't doin' no fightin', this a gun inside my Bimmer
Nigga run up on me crazy, I'm Aaliyah
NFL, I'm in that field, I catch you slippin', I'ma let go
You niggas ain't got no bread, y'all need to catch up, no tomato
And that chopper rip your ass apart, suggest you stay out my way though
'Cause all a nigga know is bang, would've thought my first name Fredo
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run the routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm totin'
New extendo in this bitch, need to re- it, so load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills
