Restore It

If it ain't about profit then never stress it Never let nobody block you from your blessings The devil decorate your spirit if you let him Send them to the voicemail they get the message If it don't help you build gotta destroy it You out here claiming you broke, seek some employment You can't just live for the enjoyment Cause once you out of town there's no way to restore it Flower city, you would think it's full of roses in a garden flourishing with plenty buds growing But not here cause in the spring time it be snowing In the summer it be raining sun barely ever showing Windows slightly tinted face barely showing Blowing out my reefer taking swigs of the moet In order to be successful you can't let it stress you The game not for every player and every ticket not a winner You fucking up the re up then the hustle ain't in you Those who plan, plot and strategize usually bomb first My seven day theory is f*ck you pay me asshole Dennis Larry I was back and forth off the porch they were staring No tennis match just Dutch master guts and fitted hats Only problem we ever had was the gun and where to sit it at and who house We can bring the bitches to kick it at If it ain't about profit then never stress it Never let nobody block you from your blessings The devil decorate your spirit if you let him Send him to the voicemail to get the message If it don't help you build gotta destroy it You out here claiming you broke seek some employment You can't just live for the enjoyment Cause once you out of time there's no way to restore it You never gonna find a gold mine on the couch Better dig your way in instead of climb yourself out You in designer can't even pronounce the shit that you vouch Your coach design a slant route Where you start out straight then dash out Smoke everybody weed at the party then crash out Always ass out only keep you around cause you class clown And the way shit been going down we could all use a smile You used to talk down on niggas look at your ass now I have no need to bully the bully it's not for me Like wearing Prada shipped out garages Everybody can't shoe biz cool as ky did My high is true OG mixed with hybrids Eyelids semi shut watching live from the gutta With chaos in the semi truck bought a milli tuck Thinking damn we was them niggas then but now we really us If it ain't about profit then never stress it Never let nobody block you from your blessing The devil decorate your spirit if you let him Send him to the voicemail to get the message If it don't help you build gotta destroy it You out here claiming you broke seek some employment You can't just live for the enjoyment Cause once you out of time there's no way to restore it