Candlelit Dinners
(专辑: Unfinished Business - 2023)
Nah, this ain't a
song it's a
lesson and plan I
was broke, but being broke don't make you less of a
man What makes you less of a
man is not tryna change that the
best that you can, whether that's working or stretching a
gram Catch me warming up my cocaine [?] like stretching his hams Going away, game down in country with several 'fends Drippy, young nigga, they could always tell it was man Yeah I
looked flower when I
was broke but I
look better with bands I
was a
kid but felt like less of a
man So I
skipped my test and went to Loose's instead, had a
test in the
grams There's one or two good but streets and the
rest of it's bad I
saw more feds and yard workers and less of my dad But I
didn't need a
dad, no lie, 'cause I
had the
streets for that My brothers loved beef, we pull up everywhere and feast on that Caught him by the
pizza shop and gave him more slices than his pizza had Real life, me and mine don't need to cap My life's crazy, I'm talking 'bout them wooden handle grip spinners and candle lit dinners Handle the
whole block while I
handle my business Rise them hand things fast, you put a
hand on my niggas I
won't even lie, lot of rage I'm holding inside Fuck designer, got a
clothing range I
solely design I
used to dream 'bout driving a
Range now I
got a
Range I
won't even drive And if I
saw the
hoes I'll probably hide It's crazy, sixty grand car, this as flee as can be But last time I
drove that car felt like a
Prius to me Look what this lifestyle is doing to me I
want money for stuff others do it for free But if I
weren't me they wouldn't do it for me I
must remember they're due a
fee, they don't do it for free I
left my ex girl now the
only thing I'm doing is me And you're so soi, would've thought I
left you in a
seat Crazy how what I
had done started to turn you into me But I'm still risky and more Bend a
bitch over the
sixtieth floor Only risk I'm not taking is not taking any risks anymore Where I'm from, if you don't risk it you're poor I
know exactly what I
want Real riches galore But I
got APs, rollies, riches and more Man it comes like my wrist isn't sure Man I
told you that I'm sick and there isn't a
cure There isn't a
place for the
guns to be hidden, then it isn't at all My life's crazy, I'm talking 'bout them wooden handle grip spinners and candle lit dinners Handle the
whole block while I
handle my business Rise them hand things fast, you put a
hand on my niggas I
won't even lie, lot of rage I'm holding inside Fuck designer, got a
clothing range I
solely design I
used to dream 'bout driving a
Range now I
got a
Range I
won't even drive And if I
saw the
hoes I'll probably hide