(lyrics)
I've been locked in with the grind I can't hear nun'
Had to leave people behind even day ones
Got this paper on my side that's my day one
They've been tryna kill my vibe, always say sum'
Huh please don't hit my phone unless we counting up
I've been dropping hot shit and now they shutting up
Manifest a hot whip I'm fin' be cutting up
I don't even go and party dropping music got me stuck

It's okay this really where I wanna be though
The way I get a bag the way you shoot a free throw
Eat those, you ain't P bro, I pop a peek hoe
Need ha', mamasita, oh she a gringa?
God damn lemme lock in with my main bitch
I can't understand what the fuck these niggas sayin'
You ain't really 'bout that music lil' bro you just playing
Said you tryna get a feature I got niggas paying

Hold up, pause
Lemme count it up
If you ain't rocking with Z then you're not one of us
Making something happen in the booth I don't rely on luck
Like my old song, took his chain cuz he ain't keep it tucked
God damn why is everybody changing
I cut off my old hoe 'cause she couldn't speak my language
He got shot like GoPro he fell in love with the street life
The same gang when he fell ain't make sure he fine

I've been locked in with the grind I can't hear nun'
Had to leave people behind even day ones
Got this paper on my side that's my day one
They've been tryna kill my vibe, always say sum'
Huh please don't hit my phone unless we counting up
I've been dropping hot shit and now they shutting up
Manifest a hot whip I'm fin' be cutting up
I don't even go and party dropping music got me stuck

10 locked in

444
Forever Real
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