New Ways

Tryna figure out new ways to get it Matter fact Don't know if I can switch it Still Gotta run it up fast Gotta win it Been Tryna stuff in 20 bands Couldn't get it In the jeans Baby tell me that she love me But I ask her what she mean Last on my wish They've been getting in between Passing out Chips They've Asking what's cheese Nike new kicks I got Louis and supreme I ain't had shit But I'm starting to fill dreams Used to fill cups Still do don't give a f*ck Tryna figure news way Still be in the cut Working for a new day Hoping that I'll trust I've been by myself On my lone counting bucks I tried to stop but I can't Aint had enough Do I love the streets Or do I love the bucks Do I love her Or do I love us Tryna figure out new ways to get it Matter fact Don't know if I can switch it Still Gotta run it up fast Gotta win it Been Tryna stuff in 20 bands Couldn't get it In the jeans Baby tell me that she love me But I ask her what she mean Last on my wish They've been getting in between Passing out Chips They've Asking what's cheese Nike new kicks I got Louis and supreme Tryna figure out new ways to get this shit I was Down on my last When I couldn't afford shit Had to get to the bag Hop back in the whip Do that a couple times And thought I'd be rich Didn't know I'd serve fiends Didn't know I'd hit licks Didn't know I'd lose friends Didn't know I'd lose him Always knew how to rob Didn't know how to whip Didn't ever wanna job I've been plotting since a kid Yea yea I've been me plotting since a kid I knew the power of money And knew what it did I got a whole lot to fix I'm far from perfect But I'll never quit I seen a whole lotta shit Homie got bagged Just from bagging up shit Don't want no regular bitch Wanting that money Then let's go and get it den I'll spin a block for my bitch I'll go and double a cheque And spend that on my bitch Working for more for the clique I need to caution the floor Caution all on my drip Will never admit none of it I'll have you thinking You thinking bout if She probably think I'm stoner That my car a loner And I probably fronted my zips Moved many bags out the whip Go ask around Promise they say I'm legit I ain't a king in my city But keep it so litty There's no need to carry a stick Twenty four seven Moved pounds in a Shift But with no dishes I'm skipping that shit Keeping some wishes But losing some bitches I dealt with some stitches I'll empty a clip