I got money on my mind, yeah I'm gridin'
Why you talkin' all the time? We move in silence
In some fly shit. No I don't need me a stylist
A lot been goin' through my mind. I need some guidance
I might just pour up a cup cause I don't know what to do
All these bitches playing games. They like to pick and they choose
But it don't matter. Pockets get fatter by keeping it private
Guidance... help me cause I need some guidance
Guidance I'm at the top with the pilot
Cut on the track and then hit from the back
Shorty she yelling "this my shit"
Yeah I got mileage
Skipping states cause I been on the road
Gang with me and they all know the code, he want it back
But it's already sold
Damn
Life is so crazy don't know where I'm headed
I used to f*ck up my credit
Now I got racks on the debit
Been thumbing through lettuce
I couldn't forget it
I Stretched a half to a whole
Thing
She got some ye on her nose
Ring
Yeah we got drank I'm the pour
King
Got her so high that she floating
I'm gone
I'm gone from the bull shit I'm gone from the pain
I'm done with the stressin it's all about gain
Get back in traffic I'm switching thru lanes
2020 clear as day, me and huggy make it rain
She a side not a main, still eat her like a tray
Mob ties don't claim, na naaaaaa
Day by day make it through cause I'm survivin
If you need some money gotta put the time in
If I said that I was happy I'd be lyin
Guidance, shorty I need some guidance