[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Pill dust on me, nigga they can smell me
Ain't find shit
Mad as hell, they can't jail me
Forgot to count the 30s, fuck around being lazy
Shorten me three pills, little nigga tried to play me
Nigga this ain't Cali, I need 50 for this eightphy
AR on me, water whipping like the navy
My daughter that's my everything
My heart, that's my baby
All this pain, been getting to high lately
I just came from the dead, I'm awaken
I love when that work hit the road, but I hate waiting
Grind it up, you wired, looking for that easy waste
Still hustling hard, and I can sign a deal any day
I gotta go extra for my brothers in the fight cases
And I'm a keep busting nuts on these pretty faces
They hate on my position, you should see they faces
Me and you are not the same, we in different places

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Elevations on the plane, make my head hurt
My feet swollen, nigga putting in that leg work
Fuck that hoe later, nigga get that bread first
Before you stick your dick in her, get the head first
Aye
Yo shit declining, you got dead work
Nigga
Boy you a worker, that's your mans work
Feet swollen, putting in leg work
Fuck that hoe later, get that bread first
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