Blacked out force 1s, that’s just how I move,
I been ballin like a rookie with sumthin to prove,
Drop 31 on a opp like LeBron in 02,
Came up commute,
Big M’s go blue
Same squad same crew.
With my day ones,
This for my day ones.
You a lame one
If you changed up.
This For the day ones,
Who ain’t changed one bit.
For my main ones,
That still ain’t switched.
Stay awake don’t snooze,
Niggas creeping with the goons,
I been rolling with the troops,
Tryna lay low, focus on bank rolls.
Ain’t new, couple scuffs on my shoes from the last nights.
This life ain’t you, need a flashlight,
Know you ain’t accustomed to the fast life,
Hittin triple digits on my dash lights,
Skipping music all up in my stereo,
Used to joke and laugh about your tan lines.
Words cut too deep,
Like watch out for gas lines,
That’s all on me,
And I wish we had more time.
To spend, dont it feel like time ain’t in favor of us, and all we had, and all we have,
Is recalling all the moments we lost?
