Deion

Ducking all the frauds that be quick to assume I been downing all my problems with Clase Azul Normally'll take a win without saying a word You want me to sing my la la lost to a tune Did the therapy to learn to be one with emotion When you one with God, know you gotta be chosen Been dodging a lot of moves to keep the forward motion Really what I'm saying is I'm back with the focus Really what I'm saying is it's a lot of space between me and the rest And I'm happily coasting Way way, back back in the day, shit I knew that I was made Even if the line fucked up on the fade Even if them niggas do rag on you, you still carry the wave All that gossip don't fill your pockets up with nothing but shame Ain't satisfied, until I wake up to a hundred a day What's that, 700 a week, 28 in a month Escobar the way I cut out the seats Don't f*ck with the trap, but I'm in cahoots with the streets I come from the climate, so I'm staying tucked with the heat These niggas behind me Know they riding with me, ain't riding for free Been manifesting and praying, don't confuse that shit Man they going hand in hand Normally don't smoke, but I finally found a strand Normally wouldn't f*ck, but she understand who I am That shit took a second for me though Finally got it right, and I'm stacking chips like Fritos El Caminos, I can pull up, nigga so cold like frio, blowing freon In Dallas and the AirBNB belong to Deion