Cruisin' (feat. Jazz Bandito)

I used to get high to escape my mind Now i get by by being on grind All of the time All of my time is gone And i know I pray I wish And i hope My soul aint close to being sold I used to get high to escape my mind Now i get by by being on grind All of the time All of my time is gone And i know I pray I wish And i hope My soul aint close to being sold Please do not hinder me Im chasing paper religiously I don’t need nobody tempting me You cannot f*ck with me mentally If i said then i meant yes literally Nigga don’t mention me This simple life doesn’t interest me Im at the goal bitch I’m chemically She after doe so she into me If i fucked on yo hoe well We had chemistry Maybe its simply we Made a mistake bitch im meant to be See i don’t believing wishing To many times it aint come to fruition Talking to bushes while burning this green i been getting Lost in these gardens I’m drifting Im too uplifted in sinning Man i swear that the juice from the fruit Is the truth, I’m tripping I get too caught up in visions Keep love on pause like an intermission Split up the check thats my lust for division Keep adding racks like I’m in new edition She love that white like her name was Whitney Cashing out at the bank like my name was Whitney I used to get high to escape my mind Now i get by by being on grind All of the time All of my time is gone And i know I pray I wish And i hope My soul aint close to being sold I used to get high to escape my mind Now i get by by being on grind All of the time All of my time is gone And i know I pray I wish And i hope My soul aint close to being sold That was my warm up This what you call a one up Headshot from the cover Big boss I’m the under- Dog, wait til the summer Y’all cant stand the thunder All eyes on the numbers Aw wow i put you under All of the people i see That be talking to me They pretending to be Another enemy Renting identities Like they ball But they not getting to me Not at all And i know a nigga gonna hear this and think That im a another brother tryna get a deal I aint I just like Painting a picture I hear complaints And its not Even a mixture That aint the case Stir the pot And when im whippin I hit ya place Neva stop Loading the clip Put it in ya face It go pop And then i dip Never leave a trace When i drop That from the lip They cant keep the pace Just ride with a nigga Tryna get a bigger ceiling Ima fight til i feel like ima undefeated winner Under god Man i swear that ima cop a bigger dinner Ima ride Til my heart stop beating and i finish Goddamn Im bend corners in GP Bumping Spodie with roadies You know it be on repeat And before we was loaded I told ya, you would see me We exploded the moment My brodies told me, be me I used to get high to escape my mind Now i get by by being on grind All of the time All of my time is gone And i know I pray I wish And i hope My soul aint close to being sold I used to get high to escape my mind Now i get by by being on grind All of the time All of my time is gone And i know I pray I wish And i hope My soul aint close to being sold