[Intro: Joey Purp]
Yeah
Young, uh
Yeah
[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
I've been way too T'd to ever let one of these bitch niggas play with me
Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it's eighty degrees
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like Bam
If you gon' boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro
Fuck what it cost, bro, I've been smokin' exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro
My Rollie go forty below, money and loyalty, all that I know
Cartier my glasses, Cartier my hoe, we run the city like cardio
I open my eyes and still see smoke
I walked in the kitchen, and it smelled like dope
Woke up with the stallion, she drivin' a boat
I've been fightin' my demons, I'm whippin' the Ghost
Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers
My brother tell me that "I'm proud of you folks"
Some niggas gon' show love and some niggas gon' hate for no reason, I'm already knowin'
They tryna stop me, but it's this bad ass bitch and she tellin' me "Keep goin'"
They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens
They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up, and I keep goin'
I keep provin', I keep showin', I keep developin', I keep growin'
Yeah
Young, uh
Yeah
[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
I've been way too T'd to ever let one of these bitch niggas play with me
Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it's eighty degrees
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like Bam
If you gon' boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro
Fuck what it cost, bro, I've been smokin' exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro
My Rollie go forty below, money and loyalty, all that I know
Cartier my glasses, Cartier my hoe, we run the city like cardio
I open my eyes and still see smoke
I walked in the kitchen, and it smelled like dope
Woke up with the stallion, she drivin' a boat
I've been fightin' my demons, I'm whippin' the Ghost
Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers
My brother tell me that "I'm proud of you folks"
Some niggas gon' show love and some niggas gon' hate for no reason, I'm already knowin'
They tryna stop me, but it's this bad ass bitch and she tellin' me "Keep goin'"
They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens
They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up, and I keep goin'
I keep provin', I keep showin', I keep developin', I keep growin'
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