Going, Going...

Kayy where you been? I been trynna get my bread up Besides, life's fucked up Rap got me fed up Homies doing fed time Pray they keep they head up First we f*ck the sheets up Then she make the bed up Every day i'm spending cash Now I know to save a bit You be out here saving bitches I tell bitches save that shit Ten year homie rode on me Fucked my head up Tried to let him live, lil nigga got his head bust Rick Owens leather jeans Black cat three's Had to change my whole steez Niggas want to be me Always want a freestyle All I want is to stay free And that S550 dashing like Stacey My past is amazing My passion you can't break Pinky ring dancing Flow like the old Drake Love talking out your face Til' somebody bones break Would grab the chrome eight Turn you to a cold case I been going through some shit You been worried about a tape I been stressing out my brain Shit ain't been the same Copping waters every other day so I don't go insane Ain't popping pills or sipping drank Still numb to the pain We just want the money F*ck everything that it brings We just want the money F*ck every thing that it means I mean What you think we in it for, the fame? That's lame Always been that bull simple and plain Money bags under my eyes from all my dreams I knew I was gonna be a star since 13 Booking shows Self managing shit since 17 Reminiscent of Jordan This August I'm 23 Kayy where you been? I been trynna f*ck this bread up You ain't heard bout so and so? Them niggas ain't saying nothing Jocking Jay Z Tell them bastards give my swagger back You mad at the fact I took your bitch Or you took her back Still rolling with the same niggas to the death of me I don't know where i'm going but i'm going That's called destiny Working on myself won't ever let them get the best of me Never seen a million cash Still waiting patiently (still) Life is what you make of it God don't come when you want When you need 'em You might wait a bit Deal with life Take the hits James brown, shake 'em off Lakers lost You can try your hardest Still can't break a boss Pour the 40 Save the Voss Kayy the GXD K$ubi Kayy Never catch me in lacoste Always played the field before I played lacrosse Could have had a deal but the numbers off Still feel like the summers ours You a block runner I'm the one in charge Threw my 750's on Just for a dutch run Anywhere I go boy Bet I got a plus one 40 friends 20 left Nigga can't trust one You'd rather the quick cash Me, I want a lumpsum They be like Kayy where you been? You ain't heard I got my bread up Peep your evening news my nigga We don't do the same stuff Minor league grey brim Every thing major though We major like Kanye, Nas, Really Doe Late registration Dream chasing, doing better for me Mom praying, dad saying days looking better for me I'm getting money that's in any nigga category I feel like Biggie Going, going back to California