Get Money, Get Faded

No need to put out a hand i have my own 2 feet in which i stand on

Taking each moment as it comes, good and bad times have come and gone

so let it remain in the past, forgotten fast, fake pricks just make me wanna

click click blast

Haters too, as they just pose as a critique when blinded with jealousy

But im just toking joints carelessly, hitting bongs regularly

On that highlife shit, born and raised a Brit

say what you wanna say about my accent, i got foot long dick

Choose your topping because its subway bitch haha yeah

 

 

 

 

Motivated by who i know i am, who i say i am, yeah

Discovered new me's, you know life's unwritten without a plan ah

Though i don't tend to talk much to my founder

I do my best to make myself that much prouder

I don't gangbang but if any of my homies bothered by

big mouthed dreamers tryna be the big man dealers

But its a shame when you try but no one feels ya haha

I don't just make friends, i form brothers

Tempted with the life of shotters

Reup and theirs your wages

Get money, get faded