Lox

Tryna make it up to Loxahatchee Nigga gotta do a lot of rappin What you supposed to do You got no money, but you got the talent Yeah, it's like a dream, but you knowin That you gotta have it He ain't from the muck, but he chase his dream Like a rabbit He ain't vegan, but he in the field countin Cabbage Smokin' blueberries and you know his pockets Matchin' Hit a new dance on em, now they droppin Panties If they knew where he came from, they'll start Clappin' I'm so proud of that nigga, cause he not slackin He was chillin' for a minute, now its bout action His chance of fallin' off is not mathematic Feel good to say I got it, nigga, not had it This nigga not average, credit good I ain't gotta swipe plastic Comin' through on a yacht, I'ma stop traffic I remember hard times, it was feelin' tragic, yeah What you mean when you say you plan on makin' it, huh I was plottin' on the acreage, uh Big house with a lot of space in it Glass house, see the sun every mornin', I awake in it Attracting so much money, I wake up and I don't chase the shit Ocean views, or I need me a lake to fish Penny for your thoughts in the Wraith, you'll Make a wish So much bread, I'll call the bank the bakery Came from the dirt like Nowitzki I done turned a four-stroker to a ten-speed Ace of spade bottles, ain't no whiskey Had to take a chance, it was risky Had to get even so I can beat the odds Why you mad with me for leavin' when you stuck On pause? She wanna tweet a couple fleets when she see My cars On her feet, a double C, double R on the Cars On my T, a couple Bs, double Ds in ha bra I don't do this shit the same, I done made it too far No introduction, when they see us, they know who we are I just seen Trump playin' golf in West Palm Tryna make it up to Loxahatchee , nigga, gotta do a lot of rappin What you supposed to do? You got no money, but you got the talent Yeah, it's like a dream, but you knowin' that you gotta have it He ain't from the muck, but he chase his dream like a rabbit He ain't vegan, but he in the field countin' cabbage Smokin blueberries and you know his pockets matchin Hit a new dance on em, now they droppin' panties If they knew where he came from, they'll start clappin I'm so proud of that nigga, cause he not slackin He was chillin' for a minute, now its bout action His chance of fallin' off is not mathematic Feel good to say I got it, nigga, not had it This nigga not average Credit good, I ain't gotta swipe plastic Comin' through on a yacht, I'ma stop traffic I remember hard times, it was feelin' tragic Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah