[Intro: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah

[Chorus: Rockie Fresh]
Smoking with my niggas talking 'bout the vision
Done did so much to these niggas I feel like they forgetting
I'm just out here trying to make the right decisions
Lord done blessed me, I'm just tryna have a righteous living
They gon' make me sin while I'm paper getting, yeah
They gon' make me sin while I'm paper getting, yeah
Bitches in my crib acting like they stripping
Hope they don't make me sin while I'm paper getting

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
I want the bag, I want the bag yeah
I done left some bad bitches in my past yeah
I had that, the ex that, I couldn't run it back
She quarterbacking with the feelings, I ain't catched that
We had some setbacks but it's our time now
My nigggas used to ride 'round but we flying now
I'm super up, I'm super lit, nigga off the loud
And I'm just tryna make my momma proud
These niggas trippin' off that fake shit, know we not about that
Go and get that bag fast, yeah Rockie count that
In Colorado in the mountains, LA we hill that
Orange coupe with the missing roof, the top just peel back
These niggas speak our names, they don't even know
My brain storm feel like rain tryna help 'em grow
I understand these niggas haters, all that shit gon' show
We already know my niggas trained to go
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