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Oliver Francis

Forrest Gump

 

Forrest Gump

(album: Hijinks - 2022)


Rolling it up, yeah
Big bands all in my pockets, ayy, yeah

Ayy, big bands all in my pockets, bitch, I'm running it up
Man, I said fuck the hand I was dealt, then I went and made my own luck
I take me a quarter ounce of that purple weed and I'm rolling up
We pull up smell some like that Kush, lil' bitch, you know it's us
Straight up, the way I'm running this shit, I'm feeling like Forrest Gump, yeah
Some like Halloween 2016 when Chryse was Forrest Gump, yeah
Flow so good, bitch, I ain't even really gotta switch it up, uh
Lil' boys trying way too hard, man, y'all do way too much
I just wanna have my fun and keep one lit
Cut these beats and roll the spliff
I worked my whole life for this
Y'all see my girl, my car, my crib
Without my team, man, I ain't shit
Locked down tight with all my friends
Y'all was here before we got the bag
And I know y'all be here 'til the end
Man, sometimes you just gotta stop and re-asses your worth
Walk away from what you want to find what you deserve
Had to get up out your comfort zone and go put in some work
So bury me with least a hundred thousand when I'm in the dirt

You know ever since we came up, we been stacking paper
I been with my day ones, rapping 'bout the same old shit
Getting money, rolling some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand, split that up with the team
You know ever since we came up, we been stacking paper
I been with my day ones, rapping 'bout the same old shit
Getting money, rolling some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand, split that up with the team

Do the same shit every day and that's the way I like it, man
Find me cooling with my gang, we self-employed, yeah, we self-made
Screaming fuck all of my opps, I got the sauce, I got the juice
I count up a hunnid thousand, throw 'bout three up out the roof
Lil' bitch, I'm Polo head to toe, Polo 'til the day I go
If you see me out in public, I be smelling like some smoke
My seats same color cream soda and my whip, she sitting low
Popping bottles, smoking dope, and eating pancakes à la Mode

You know ever since we came up, we been stacking paper
I been with my day ones, rapping 'bout the same old shit
Getting money, rolling some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand, split that up with the team
You know ever since we came up, we been stacking paper
I been with my day ones, rapping 'bout the same old shit
Getting money, rolling some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand, split that up with the team
Yeah, yeah

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