Boward Farm (feat. Pepe da Don)

Aight, aight, aight, aight nigga, the f*ck you mean I'm suffering from low self-esteem But lucky me, I got a selfish dream I'm tired of feelin' helpless, tryna help my team And help they cream Cash rules everything surrounding me But still my old thoughts drowning me And crowding me with doubt it seems We got doubtless dreams And out is where they counting me Counting money in my money counter, can't counter me From the fountain where I found my dreams As a co-founder, bitch, I made my streams And I don't mean no harm I'm known to use my charm cause I'm charm-ing I'm used to the storm, used to the rain Used to the pain when it's storming A new me is forming I'm used to the madness How I float on carpets, bitch, I'm like Aladdin Nee Nee be my jasmine And if I ever fall off, I'll be another has-been These niggas raps straight garbage, put them where the trash is I only made the Yola tapes to show you what I'm stashing And when it's time to flip birds, I'm wild hyped to cash in I got my money off the curb, making street fashion I go dummy off the nerve, I'm elite with passion Another lucky bastard And boward farm, yeah, you know the rules Pay your dues It don't matter how you feel when you in them moods Soldiers charging to the game, now you on a cruise But don't start losing your brain when you sipping booze Cause these niggas really out here and they pressing snooze Yeah, and they pressing snooze Yeah, don't be pressing snooze Don't be pressing snooze Don't be pressing snooze I live for this I'm a god I dare you to give up on me You bitch ass nigga I dare you to give up on me I go crazy on your ass