Listening

Really feeling like Tomorrow ain't Tomorrow Im headed to the Wells Fargo In cargos Trying figure what These other niggas on bro Twisting round till They dizzy and they fall short Have nots and the haves Never borrowed Everyday my grandma Had to starch clothes Reminiscing when my dad Never Bought clothes Hit the clearance rack Pop the Tag switch the Barcodes I need a platinum plaque And my cards like Charcole When my uncle hit the A' He got his Car stole Taught me how the play The game and ignore folks Stay up never change Your beyond dope Your beyond dope Really your beyond dope Boy your really Like some narcos Turn me up so you can Hear this thru your car door Turn me up so you can Hear this thru your car door This the type of flow that'll Leave a nigga jaw broke Get the bag and Skirt off like a car show Refrigerator full of spirts Use to haunt home Looking around for food for thought But it was all gone Still fuckin wit these bitches Like a love jones Never could forget the days We was all bros We was all bros We was all bros Listening to the beat of traffic When we walked home Young black visionary Wit an Afro We was headed to "The Stars" Like it's Astro Getting high Just to see you moving that low Why you fronting When you came thru the back door I'm just a young man Getting to this cash flow I'm finger licking Get it slicking like it's Castro Stop acting like we homies We ain't that close We was really in the mall Trying to bag hoes Never pressed bout a dollar I attract more Tell me how you ballin When you track score They been trying catch the wave But they offshore You can catch me kicking game In my track clothes Uh I'm on the block Trying to see a Benz I never stop treat my stocks Like it's CNN Born broken no other notion But to get a Ben I know my pops probably locked Probably seeing Ten