A Million Grams

Yea Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Swacey baby from the They know the fucking vibes Check I was sitting patient waiting on dat pack to land If rap don.t feed da babies Ima sell million grams You know them niggas hate you And they gon still gon shake yo hand When hating stop the working they gon try and be yo fan You understand This verse i wrote it off a xan I know this shit ain't good for me But it done so much good for me I know my fam don't wanna see me on it but it took from me The pain, depression was congested with the stressing my brain Temporarily sane, I came With plans to takeover the game Strolling through astral planes off shrooms and a path of dank I see these niggas everywhere except the fucking bank But go head nigga buss that chain down Like fuck yo credit jus forget it u got fame now They in yo brain now The government they want us back up in the slave house Buying jewelry but yo grandkids gon be drained out NIGGA WHAT YOU LOST YA MIND NIGGA PICK IT UP And i still roll around with shooters who dont give a fuck Aim that shit at yo medulla make you feel me huh Swaceybaby boy you know this shit get filthy (get filthy) I say I like smoking piff up on da ends Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win I say I like smoking piff up on da ends Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win Okay I been thru battle with niggas bitches and demons What i learned? Watch the company you keeping I smoke on this here reefer for a reason It calm me the fuck down, if I get mad don't get to squeezing And then I like the feeling, positioning my thoughts and i be higher than the ceiling Go violate the building My rhymes be so appealing They lie and say they killing But I see through eyes and read they minds before revealing ANYTHING You know the vibes, don't do no settling I need some bitches selling coca out in Medellin For the racks i need everything i'm owed 'Fore we start running stickups in the stores What i tell em I say I like smoking piff up on da ends Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win I say I like smoking piff up on da ends Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win --- A Million Grams - Drew Swace