Untitled Song
• Written by Bandham
I'm tired of the pain
So sick of all the hurt
And if I died today
Who would put me on they shirt
I understand the struggle
I might lose my mind
Thought I had friends
Guess I got the grind
And I ain't one to hate
I'm one to help u shine
So careful everyday
Glock hold more than nine
Fuck with my fam scene get mordifying
Back then it was okay
Now my time is climbing
I need 30 mill all things perfect timing
So up until I do Ima stack my profit
3 trillion in a day is a dough boy logic
And one thing I've come to know
Is a nigga got time
Bandz for forever is the reason why I rhyme
So much money to the bank
Sponsor all these wips I drive
And since Callie say she love me
She gone be my bride
The one I got forever
She always down to ride
We out here making paper
She always at MY side
We do all we can and I ain't gotta Rob
Yet all my niggas eat because I got a job
Pull up cars do 500 why ain't the engine hot
Sonar on the brakes so in a blink stop
Bullet proof glass so bet it cost a lot
Counting guala repetition give it all I got
Bandz all custom yet still a pro with stock
Lighting up the boared send the block in shock
And I'm so fucking hands on I control the clock
Two eyes in the middle so u see the dot
Bass belly of the beast out the parking spot
BORN ready beats I feast watch the engine knock
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Bandham
Member since June 7 2015