No Plans
I just need my space right now
My little
Look me in my face, don't lie to me
Conversations with the money, tellin' me how I should think
Pour a lil more in a Sprite, I turn it upside down, it's pink
Payin' what I owe to karma, but I'm keepin my receipts
My little
Diggin' me without a shovel, this shit deep
Strugglin' to stop the hustlin', more my business in the street
Every day I'm in the field, I prolly need a pair of cleats
Constantly I'm countin' thousands, but I need a mill, at least
I get on the beat and watch me slide like it's some grease
Get attention when I speak, they crowd around me, I might preach
Havin' trouble understandin' me?
Talk money, that's capeesh
Running to the bag so much that I done damn near sprained my knee
Look my kids right in the face, like I'm lookin' at me
A couple hundreds spread all over me, damn near like a disease
Anytime that I went broke, it almost felt like I can't breathe
Why you keep bringin' up the past inside a date that's obsolete
Might be courtside at the Hawks game, watchin' Trae Young hit a three
Mixed emotions with the game, like should I stay or should I leave
Like to breakdown a 448, a lot of weight on me
Hope you don't run off with your love, I need some patience, wait on me
My emotions
I'm finding it hard to be here, Sin City
I know you feel lost, it's my fault completely
Look me in my face, don't lie to me
Conversations with the money, tellin' me how I should think
Pour a lil more in a Sprite, I turn it upside down, it's pink
Payin' what I owe to karma, but I'm keepin my receipts
My little
Diggin' me without a shovel, this shit deep
Strugglin' to stop the hustlin', more my business in the street
Every day I'm in the field, I prolly need a pair of cleats
Constantly I'm countin' thousands, but I need a mill, at least
My little
My little
My little
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No Plans
I just need my space right now
My little
Look me in my face, don't lie to me
Conversations with the money, tellin' me how I should think
Pour a lil more in a Sprite, I turn it upside down, it's pink
Payin' what I owe to karma, but I'm keepin my receipts
My little
Diggin' me without a shovel, this shit deep
Strugglin' to stop the hustlin', more my business in the street
Every day I'm in the field, I prolly need a pair of cleats
Constantly I'm countin' thousands, but I need a mill, at least
I get on the beat and watch me slide like it's some grease
Get attention when I speak, they crowd around me, I might preach
Havin' trouble understandin' me?
Talk money, that's capeesh
Running to the bag so much that I done damn near sprained my knee
Look my kids right in the face, like I'm lookin' at me
A couple hundreds spread all over me, damn near like a disease
Anytime that I went broke, it almost felt like I can't breathe
Why you keep bringin' up the past inside a date that's obsolete
Might be courtside at the Hawks game, watchin' Trae Young hit a three
Mixed emotions with the game, like should I stay or should I leave
Like to breakdown a 448, a lot of weight on me
Hope you don't run off with your love, I need some patience, wait on me
My emotions
I'm finding it hard to be here, Sin City
I know you feel lost, it's my fault completely
Look me in my face, don't lie to me
Conversations with the money, tellin' me how I should think
Pour a lil more in a Sprite, I turn it upside down, it's pink
Payin' what I owe to karma, but I'm keepin my receipts
My little
Diggin' me without a shovel, this shit deep
Strugglin' to stop the hustlin', more my business in the street
Every day I'm in the field, I prolly need a pair of cleats
Constantly I'm countin' thousands, but I need a mill, at least
My little
My little
My little
I just need my space right now
My little
Look me in my face, don't lie to me
Conversations with the money, tellin' me how I should think
Pour a lil more in a Sprite, I turn it upside down, it's pink
Payin' what I owe to karma, but I'm keepin my receipts
My little
Diggin' me without a shovel, this shit deep
Strugglin' to stop the hustlin', more my business in the street
Every day I'm in the field, I prolly need a pair of cleats
Constantly I'm countin' thousands, but I need a mill, at least
I get on the beat and watch me slide like it's some grease
Get attention when I speak, they crowd around me, I might preach
Havin' trouble understandin' me?
Talk money, that's capeesh
Running to the bag so much that I done damn near sprained my knee
Look my kids right in the face, like I'm lookin' at me
A couple hundreds spread all over me, damn near like a disease
Anytime that I went broke, it almost felt like I can't breathe
Why you keep bringin' up the past inside a date that's obsolete
Might be courtside at the Hawks game, watchin' Trae Young hit a three
Mixed emotions with the game, like should I stay or should I leave
Like to breakdown a 448, a lot of weight on me
Hope you don't run off with your love, I need some patience, wait on me
My emotions
I'm finding it hard to be here, Sin City
I know you feel lost, it's my fault completely
Look me in my face, don't lie to me
Conversations with the money, tellin' me how I should think
Pour a lil more in a Sprite, I turn it upside down, it's pink
Payin' what I owe to karma, but I'm keepin my receipts
My little
Diggin' me without a shovel, this shit deep
Strugglin' to stop the hustlin', more my business in the street
Every day I'm in the field, I prolly need a pair of cleats
Constantly I'm countin' thousands, but I need a mill, at least
My little
My little
My little
Writer: Evan Milton, Jarvis Garner
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