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Chemistry

 

Chemistry

(album: Long Story Short - 2020)


Yeah, yeah

Cash in my pocket
Mud in my cup
Used to count
Now I need money to wash out the pain
My brodie tried
But he get a pack, go and ball out
But know that the streets ain't a game
Used to have chemistry, thought she was into me
She met the streets, now she sleeping with lames
I used to walk through the storm, but now I could floor it
200 switching up lanes
Look how I'm living
You really think that I'm slipping
Run up and make that decision
Get it and flip it
Get it back, then I go split it
I know a lot 'bout division
And I know a lot 'bout the spending
I dropped a lot on my pendant
Wanna be at the top when I finish
I drop the top when I'm in it
I don't think I could drop for a minute
Drop the glock and I hip it

Touch the glock on my hip that's a tummy tuck
You would be dumb if you thinking 'bout running up
We ain't have them new shoes, had to run it up
Brand new white forces I feel like I'm coming up
Put a stick in the blic, go and drum it up
Been reading your vibe, I feel like it's something up
What you want do with me?
I go dumb I ain't really with foolery
It's me and Trap, you know I got my goon with me
Music gives names, music kick doors
My Momma used to go sleep on the floor
So much done changed
We done got more
I let my Momma drop racks in the store
New groupie bitch I just pass and ignore
Ride for 62, throw up L and a 4
Focused on me, I ain't saying no more
This shit in my cup out the candy store

Cash in my pocket
Mud in my cup
Used to count
Now I need money to wash out the pain
My brodie tried
But he get a pack, go and ball out
But know that the streets ain't a game
Used to have chemistry, thought she was into me
She met the streets, now she sleeping with lames
I used to walk through the storm, but now I could floor it
200 switching up lanes
Look how I'm living
You really think that I'm slipping
Run up and make that decision
Get it and flip it
Get it back, then I go split it
I know a lot 'bout division
And I know a lot 'bout the spending
I dropped a lot on my pendant
Wanna be at the top when I finish
I drop the top when I'm in it
I don't think I could drop for a minute
Drop the glock and I hip it

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