Opposites attract
But f*ck the opps
Because they wack
They be running in the trap
Tryna take a nigga stacks
Even after i beat that
Then they dont wanna give it Back
Im talking racks on racks on racks
They call it bail
I call it tax
F*ck they gon do with me
Got some people that been telling me
Your through with me
Real niggas reaching out
Saying you bitching
I aint looking
But i think i seen dude switching
I been chilling where the muthaf*cking truth living
Stay smoking on the gas
So my roof missing
Almost killed myself once
So a tooth missing
So i really give a f*ck about
You you you you you nigga
Yeah
I met my nigga nine five
At a nine to five
Selling cell phones
To the mindless hive
Spitting on the side
Tryna find a vibe
Made an ally in
In a crowd of life
Made a brother
In a cloud of Vice
5 years later its a mile of hype
By Year number 9 we supplied For life
Cuz When the quality is right
You dont mind the price
In my prime imma grind
To provide the light
Wealth aint defined with eyes
Its to find with mind
I know mine is bright
The world never looked regular
Through my retina
I dont fit the vision
What they telling ya
As a black man
I know i can do better but
This the jungle
Better be a super predator
So i fight for life like its bellator
In my city
Spirits lower than my credit Score
Thats why we love to get the Cheddar more
They make their money off us Being poor
Got me seeing salty
Man im never shore
What i know
Is that a king reign better
When the weather poor
When your limits are ignored
You'll hit a better form
When they shwaggy on the Track
Spit a better poem
Whey they giving you they ass
Put the sole to em
Well im hitting 27
I aint spit yet
My path seems to have alot of Missteps
My craft only got a better move set
The world got me backed Against cliffs edge
Throwing hands
Tryna catch me with a quick left
Muhf*cka keep swinging
I aint slip yet
No you phonies cant fool me
You
Will never
Subdue me or sue me
Screw me persue me or school me truely
All i do is the cool and
You getting a coofie
Dont move from the music
Viewing the movie
Peep what he doing
See how its trending
See how he moving
It aint confusing
It aint confusing
Why its confusing
You aint menunivering
So I
Need a way we gon get to more Dollas
Get to more dollas
Cuz the wave wave wave never Stopping
No
Me and all my niggas into Taking over
F*ck up out the system we aint Taking orders
Serving up the crack vibes Baking soda
Never gas it up or keep it sugar Coated
Just the gas up in my lungs got me going
Moving slow supah floatin
Yeah
Moving slow supah floatin
Yeah
Moving slow supah floatin
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Opposites attract
But f*ck the opps
Because they wack
They be running in the trap
Tryna take a nigga stacks
Even after i beat that
Then they dont wanna give it Back
Im talking racks on racks on racks
They call it bail
I call it tax
F*ck they gon do with me
Got some people that been telling me
Your through with me
Real niggas reaching out
Saying you bitching
I aint looking
But i think i seen dude switching
I been chilling where the muthaf*cking truth living
Stay smoking on the gas
So my roof missing
Almost killed myself once
So a tooth missing
So i really give a f*ck about
You you you you you nigga
Yeah
I met my nigga nine five
At a nine to five
Selling cell phones
To the mindless hive
Spitting on the side
Tryna find a vibe
Made an ally in
In a crowd of life
Made a brother
In a cloud of Vice
5 years later its a mile of hype
By Year number 9 we supplied For life
Cuz When the quality is right
You dont mind the price
In my prime imma grind
To provide the light
Wealth aint defined with eyes
Its to find with mind
I know mine is bright
The world never looked regular
Through my retina
I dont fit the vision
What they telling ya
As a black man
I know i can do better but
This the jungle
Better be a super predator
So i fight for life like its bellator
In my city
Spirits lower than my credit Score
Thats why we love to get the Cheddar more
They make their money off us Being poor
Got me seeing salty
Man im never shore
What i know
Is that a king reign better
When the weather poor
When your limits are ignored
You'll hit a better form
When they shwaggy on the Track
Spit a better poem
Whey they giving you they ass
Put the sole to em
Well im hitting 27
I aint spit yet
My path seems to have alot of Missteps
My craft only got a better move set
The world got me backed Against cliffs edge
Throwing hands
Tryna catch me with a quick left
Muhf*cka keep swinging
I aint slip yet
No you phonies cant fool me
You
Will never
Subdue me or sue me
Screw me persue me or school me truely
All i do is the cool and
You getting a coofie
Dont move from the music
Viewing the movie
Peep what he doing
See how its trending
See how he moving
It aint confusing
It aint confusing
Why its confusing
You aint menunivering
So I
Need a way we gon get to more Dollas
Get to more dollas
Cuz the wave wave wave never Stopping
No
Me and all my niggas into Taking over
F*ck up out the system we aint Taking orders
Serving up the crack vibes Baking soda
Never gas it up or keep it sugar Coated
Just the gas up in my lungs got me going
Moving slow supah floatin
Yeah
Moving slow supah floatin
Yeah
Moving slow supah floatin
But f*ck the opps
Because they wack
They be running in the trap
Tryna take a nigga stacks
Even after i beat that
Then they dont wanna give it Back
Im talking racks on racks on racks
They call it bail
I call it tax
F*ck they gon do with me
Got some people that been telling me
Your through with me
Real niggas reaching out
Saying you bitching
I aint looking
But i think i seen dude switching
I been chilling where the muthaf*cking truth living
Stay smoking on the gas
So my roof missing
Almost killed myself once
So a tooth missing
So i really give a f*ck about
You you you you you nigga
Yeah
I met my nigga nine five
At a nine to five
Selling cell phones
To the mindless hive
Spitting on the side
Tryna find a vibe
Made an ally in
In a crowd of life
Made a brother
In a cloud of Vice
5 years later its a mile of hype
By Year number 9 we supplied For life
Cuz When the quality is right
You dont mind the price
In my prime imma grind
To provide the light
Wealth aint defined with eyes
Its to find with mind
I know mine is bright
The world never looked regular
Through my retina
I dont fit the vision
What they telling ya
As a black man
I know i can do better but
This the jungle
Better be a super predator
So i fight for life like its bellator
In my city
Spirits lower than my credit Score
Thats why we love to get the Cheddar more
They make their money off us Being poor
Got me seeing salty
Man im never shore
What i know
Is that a king reign better
When the weather poor
When your limits are ignored
You'll hit a better form
When they shwaggy on the Track
Spit a better poem
Whey they giving you they ass
Put the sole to em
Well im hitting 27
I aint spit yet
My path seems to have alot of Missteps
My craft only got a better move set
The world got me backed Against cliffs edge
Throwing hands
Tryna catch me with a quick left
Muhf*cka keep swinging
I aint slip yet
No you phonies cant fool me
You
Will never
Subdue me or sue me
Screw me persue me or school me truely
All i do is the cool and
You getting a coofie
Dont move from the music
Viewing the movie
Peep what he doing
See how its trending
See how he moving
It aint confusing
It aint confusing
Why its confusing
You aint menunivering
So I
Need a way we gon get to more Dollas
Get to more dollas
Cuz the wave wave wave never Stopping
No
Me and all my niggas into Taking over
F*ck up out the system we aint Taking orders
Serving up the crack vibes Baking soda
Never gas it up or keep it sugar Coated
Just the gas up in my lungs got me going
Moving slow supah floatin
Yeah
Moving slow supah floatin
Yeah
Moving slow supah floatin
Writer: John Cabral
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid