Still blowing trees we been on the same shit
Left arm out the window, right one got the lane switch
They know what it is so they really can't trip
Only breaking bread with the ones I came with
And they know that talking bout how we go back
If the energy ain't right cropping em out like Kodak
New followers daily can't wait til Thursday for throwbacks
Shopped rollback, surprised I ain't take Prozac
But I sold that work I ain't tryna revert
Was getting high on my own supply but I called that perks
Witness niggas wasting potential what's all that worth
Who they think they be fooling wearing them small ass shirt, can't knock the hustle
You would flex too, if you went through similar pain
And pulled yourself by ya bootstraps and made it through the terrain
Went from riding greyhound to at the front of the plane
They say I'm sounded like who? I'm tryna stay in my lane
No comparison, black American
Told her meet me at the Sheraton she just hurried in
When we finished, all that talking man it tends to kill vibes
All pussy ain't good pussy had to realize no regrets though
Good while it lasted had to pass it Eric Bledsoe
Like em educated, with a little hint of ghetto
Ass no waist skin darker than espresso
She can rock a suit or lingerie and stilettos, let's go
I used to borrow sugar from the neighbor next door
I'm tryna make it somewhere I can hear the echo
Somewhere they feeding me back
Was just a cub and now I'm leading the pack and that's a fact, they know
Still blowing trees we been on the same shit
Left arm out the window, right one got the lane switch
They know what it is so they really can't trip
Only breaking bread with the ones I came with