Find A Way

Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play
 Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid
 Major weight make it hard for them to imitate
 Rolex tell the daytime and the date
 If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate
 If you hate, guaranteed
 You ain't in the way
 Clown shit, we don't entertain
 Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same
 Turned an idea into a strain
 Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again
 Nothin' but the best for the fam
 I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram
 Too many rings for my hands
 So we stack 'em and stash 'em
 We them fuckin' champs
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 Ah-ah, uh
 You ain't gotta lie to kick it
 You ain't close to rich enough to be in here
 Papered up and stoned at every appearance
 Martha's Vineyard, baby
 Left her diamond necklace behind
 At the bed and breakfast, it's fine
 She got that on a high
 She'll steal a better one on the next one
 I only fuck with professionals
 Sniper scopes and silencers stuck
 Inside of leather sectionals
 Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack
 I copped the BMW six pack, M package
 Highway action, state mansion
 That's what G's do
 You smell that fire in the breeze, fool
 Don't you dare call this shit a part two
 This a whole another animal
 This that mankind mandible
 Chanel drip on your television channel
 Car location lit as a birthday candle
 Pay me just like a fan do
 Real one so they don't know
 How much my shit they can handle
 Chicks love social media,
 So I watch out for them scandals
 Don't measure that kush, give you a handful
 Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry and the rent due
 We changed how you smoke
 Changed how you dress
 Your whole life was blessed
 By the presence of the stoned legends
 Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get
 If you never let suckers talk you out shootin' your shot
 Hustle with every breath, huh?
 A queen
 Ounces of weed
 Got your own
 If you at my table
 A queen
 Ounces of weed
 Got your own
 If you at my table
 Yeah, ooh
 
 Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play
 Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid
 Major weight make it hard for them to imitate
 Rolex tell the daytime and the date
 If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate
 If you hate, guaranteed
 You ain't in the way
 Clown shit, we don't entertain
 Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same
 Turned an idea into a strain
 Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again
 Nothin' but the best for the fam
 I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram
 Too many rings for my hands
 So we stack 'em and stash 'em
 We them fuckin' champs
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 Ah-ah, uh
 You ain't gotta lie to kick it
 You ain't close to rich enough to be in here
 Papered up and stoned at every appearance
 Martha's Vineyard, baby
 Left her diamond necklace behind
 At the bed and breakfast, it's fine
 She got that on a high
 She'll steal a better one on the next one
 I only fuck with professionals
 Sniper scopes and silencers stuck
 Inside of leather sectionals
 Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack
 I copped the BMW six pack, M package
 Highway action, state mansion
 That's what G's do
 You smell that fire in the breeze, fool
 Don't you dare call this shit a part two
 This a whole another animal
 This that mankind mandible
 Chanel drip on your television channel
 Car location lit as a birthday candle
 Pay me just like a fan do
 Real one so they don't know
 How much my shit they can handle
 Chicks love social media,
 So I watch out for them scandals
 Don't measure that kush, give you a handful
 Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry and the rent due
 We changed how you smoke
 Changed how you dress
 Your whole life was blessed
 By the presence of the stoned legends
 Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get
 If you never let suckers talk you out shootin' your shot
 Hustle with every breath, huh?
 A queen
 Ounces of weed
 Got your own
 If you at my table
 A queen
 Ounces of weed
 Got your own
 If you at my table
 Yeah, ooh
 
 Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play
 Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid
 Major weight make it hard for them to imitate
 Rolex tell the daytime and the date
 If I eat, all my niggas gon' get a plate
 If you hate, guaranteed
 You ain't in the way
 Clown shit, we don't entertain
 Always been a young nigga with the vision and I'm still the same
 Turned an idea into a strain
 Do it once, I fuck with you, I respect you, you do it again
 Nothin' but the best for the fam
 I don't gotta flex for the 'Gram
 Too many rings for my hands
 So we stack 'em and stash 'em
 We them fuckin' champs
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 Ah-ah, uh
 You ain't gotta lie to kick it
 You ain't close to rich enough to be in here
 Papered up and stoned at every appearance
 Martha's Vineyard, baby
 Left her diamond necklace behind
 At the bed and breakfast, it's fine
 She got that on a high
 She'll steal a better one on the next one
 I only fuck with professionals
 Sniper scopes and silencers stuck
 Inside of leather sectionals
 Watch where you sit at, might hear that click-clack
 I copped the BMW six pack, M package
 Highway action, state mansion
 That's what G's do
 You smell that fire in the breeze, fool
 Don't you dare call this shit a part two
 This a whole another animal
 This that mankind mandible
 Chanel drip on your television channel
 Car location lit as a birthday candle
 Pay me just like a fan do
 Real one so they don't know
 How much my shit they can handle
 Chicks love social media,
 So I watch out for them scandals
 Don't measure that kush, give you a handful
 Gotta grind 'cause my son hungry and the rent due
 We changed how you smoke
 Changed how you dress
 Your whole life was blessed
 By the presence of the stoned legends
 Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get
 If you never let suckers talk you out shootin' your shot
 Hustle with every breath, huh?
 A queen
 Ounces of weed
 Got your own
 If you at my table
 A queen
 Ounces of weed
 Got your own
 If you at my table
 Yeah, ooh