Running while running outta breath
Youngin do all nighters
Even work when I'm tired, for this craft
Ima work 'til nothing left
Keep having thoughts
Do my daughter really know me or not
Or is she just like her dad
F*ck it cuz the goal is to be a million times
Better than the dad I never really had
I'm out Cali for a lot
Lately I been grinding with some niggas
That would die for they set
Niggas that would die for respect
Me, I put the vibe in effect
Can't smoke? I'll show you
I'm Mr. Wanna See How High You Can Get
Hold up
Lets gather around I'm bout to roll up
Lets go up
Lets gather around I'm bout to roll up
Focused, can I keep it that way?
Negativity mentally in the way
Why you think my mind
Stuck on having positive days
Why you think I'm constantly
Blowing smoke to the face
Yeah I'm always lit
But I work like I'm sober though
I'm sorry for, stinking up the place
This is why I'm in the studio like it's a cave
Nah I be in the studio like it's a cage
Talking locked in that shit
Burning up the booth, making cool music
Really putting thought in this shit
And I ain't stopping this shit
'Til I spread a message
You can do what you want
If you focused with a blunt
Or a doob to be lit
I be cool though
Still the same nigga, just a new flow
Still the same nigga with my vans on
Still the same nigga with a new home
Last Name Banks
They all know the last name
Last Name Banks
They all know the last name
Back then I knew
Now I'm taking action to prove
I make plays ever move
Brain to the roof, while it's dank in the room
Never smoked? You'll be thanking me soon
Recent thoughts of the Audi without the roof
Mobbin with a chick or two
We don't f*ck, just kick it like FIFA move
We just smoke like fire in the chimney do
I love weed and brew
Everywhere I go I think to roll up
Every night I just plan to rock out
You can smell us every time we pull up
Hit a stage, rock like we tryna get kicked out
We be in the stars, f*ck clouds
I know real strains, f*ck loud
Just doing what I'm 'posed to
Little do they know what I go through
Ima speak it all through the Pro Tools
Last Name Banks
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Running while running outta breath
Youngin do all nighters
Even work when I'm tired, for this craft
Ima work 'til nothing left
Keep having thoughts
Do my daughter really know me or not
Or is she just like her dad
F*ck it cuz the goal is to be a million times
Better than the dad I never really had
I'm out Cali for a lot
Lately I been grinding with some niggas
That would die for they set
Niggas that would die for respect
Me, I put the vibe in effect
Can't smoke? I'll show you
I'm Mr. Wanna See How High You Can Get
Hold up
Lets gather around I'm bout to roll up
Lets go up
Lets gather around I'm bout to roll up
Focused, can I keep it that way?
Negativity mentally in the way
Why you think my mind
Stuck on having positive days
Why you think I'm constantly
Blowing smoke to the face
Yeah I'm always lit
But I work like I'm sober though
I'm sorry for, stinking up the place
This is why I'm in the studio like it's a cave
Nah I be in the studio like it's a cage
Talking locked in that shit
Burning up the booth, making cool music
Really putting thought in this shit
And I ain't stopping this shit
'Til I spread a message
You can do what you want
If you focused with a blunt
Or a doob to be lit
I be cool though
Still the same nigga, just a new flow
Still the same nigga with my vans on
Still the same nigga with a new home
Last Name Banks
They all know the last name
Last Name Banks
They all know the last name
Back then I knew
Now I'm taking action to prove
I make plays ever move
Brain to the roof, while it's dank in the room
Never smoked? You'll be thanking me soon
Recent thoughts of the Audi without the roof
Mobbin with a chick or two
We don't f*ck, just kick it like FIFA move
We just smoke like fire in the chimney do
I love weed and brew
Everywhere I go I think to roll up
Every night I just plan to rock out
You can smell us every time we pull up
Hit a stage, rock like we tryna get kicked out
We be in the stars, f*ck clouds
I know real strains, f*ck loud
Just doing what I'm 'posed to
Little do they know what I go through
Ima speak it all through the Pro Tools
Last Name Banks
Youngin do all nighters
Even work when I'm tired, for this craft
Ima work 'til nothing left
Keep having thoughts
Do my daughter really know me or not
Or is she just like her dad
F*ck it cuz the goal is to be a million times
Better than the dad I never really had
I'm out Cali for a lot
Lately I been grinding with some niggas
That would die for they set
Niggas that would die for respect
Me, I put the vibe in effect
Can't smoke? I'll show you
I'm Mr. Wanna See How High You Can Get
Hold up
Lets gather around I'm bout to roll up
Lets go up
Lets gather around I'm bout to roll up
Focused, can I keep it that way?
Negativity mentally in the way
Why you think my mind
Stuck on having positive days
Why you think I'm constantly
Blowing smoke to the face
Yeah I'm always lit
But I work like I'm sober though
I'm sorry for, stinking up the place
This is why I'm in the studio like it's a cave
Nah I be in the studio like it's a cage
Talking locked in that shit
Burning up the booth, making cool music
Really putting thought in this shit
And I ain't stopping this shit
'Til I spread a message
You can do what you want
If you focused with a blunt
Or a doob to be lit
I be cool though
Still the same nigga, just a new flow
Still the same nigga with my vans on
Still the same nigga with a new home
Last Name Banks
They all know the last name
Last Name Banks
They all know the last name
Back then I knew
Now I'm taking action to prove
I make plays ever move
Brain to the roof, while it's dank in the room
Never smoked? You'll be thanking me soon
Recent thoughts of the Audi without the roof
Mobbin with a chick or two
We don't f*ck, just kick it like FIFA move
We just smoke like fire in the chimney do
I love weed and brew
Everywhere I go I think to roll up
Every night I just plan to rock out
You can smell us every time we pull up
Hit a stage, rock like we tryna get kicked out
We be in the stars, f*ck clouds
I know real strains, f*ck loud
Just doing what I'm 'posed to
Little do they know what I go through
Ima speak it all through the Pro Tools
Last Name Banks
Writer: Wesley McCaulley
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