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Oh, oh-oh Oh-ho (Scram Jones) I came with a plan and niggas hated on me More it was my kicks, I had gators on me Come up out them clothes I want you naked only Don't act bougie with that watch 'cause we'll take your Rollie Hungry on 8th, I got a taste for manners Take them bitches phones, I don't play with cameras I spent nights alone, I had to make a sandwich Already owe the store bread, not tryna take advantage I really fuck with Ock, he always get me right Chicken wings and rice on them Chinese nights I'm really from the trenches where eighteen is old Where they whippin' Anna Mae till they get Tina sold Wintertime we thrive, you never seen the cold Asolo boots and coupes you never seen get low Let the beat sing, I ain't gotta rap Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it Gotta find my way out No matter what we do, or how we do it They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it We make it look easy We make it look good, good, good Letras de cancionesYou ain't gotta ask me Just know that I'm good, good, good Niggas got me twisted like a bottle cap We could wash the fifties at the laundromat I used to iron money just to make it straight Now I front on any bitch that ever made me wait Middle of the projects, crab legs on a paper plate Paper plates on the Range, knockin' Jada tape That green leggings shit Watch niggas die 'cause y'all amp the shit I rather be in Kith on a campin' trip Shouts to Ronnie Fieg Blessed, I should sneeze Make a chick feel presidential like she Condoleez Philosophies I can provide, I'm like Socrates They didn't but God did, nigga, and I believe Get these niggas out my section just so I could breathe They wait for me to bounce like they ain't tryna leave You ain't security, king, not tryna stop your dream Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it Gotta find my way out No matter what we do or how we do it They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it We make it look easy We make it look good good good You ain't gotta ask me Just know that I'm good good good Dreams, my chain dangle from the heavens Supreme ambience, my knots bend like a crescent Avianne links, they connect like a sentence A dry mouth dying for a verse, I'll quench it The pounds in the hoodie for when the nights is black It bang so loud, nigga, the sky crack It's hard playing the field trynna be Gandhi You can get lost civilizing a zombie All they see is murder, catch the next body More likely to turn on you and say pardon me Scraped up souls where the heart is damaged Some say it starts when the seed is planted but not managed In fact the sight of a gun get these males excited A rough upbringing is sadly misguided The lies and false idols they worship We could change but the man in the mirror is first up Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it Gotta find my way out No matter what we do or how we do it They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it We make it look easy We make it look good, good, good You ain't gotta ask me Just know that I'm good, good, good I believe everybody deserves a chance I could show you where to walk but I can't hold your hand I could point you to the river, I can't make you fish I know you think you paid in full but I can't make you rich It's certain shit in life you gotta do yourself Just know you health is more important than that Louis belt Your kids hugs is more important than them groupie's felt You know your man riding, teach him how to drive that coupe himself You know your man riding, teach him how to drive that coupe himself You know your man riding, teach him how to drive that coupe himself Chill really was my brother, felt the same way that shooter felt Nobody told life was cards, you gotta play the hand that you been dealt Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it Gotta find my way out No matter what we do, or how we do it They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it We make it look easy We make it look good, good, good You ain't gotta ask me Just know that I'm good, good, good From Letras Mania