Testo Here For - Mak11
Testo della canzone Here For (Mak11), tratta dall'album Lords Of Fogtown 2
I need that rack aid
Smoking this weed how the back taste
Boy she a bad thang
But I don't even know what her last name is
Is you down with the campaign
I need big amounts up in the damn bank
Gotta do what them bands say
I'm living how I want I can't change
I cannot change, no no
I just stay the same, whoa whoa
I'm riding with the gang on road
Diamonds in my chain so froze
You tryna be the man don't know you
Grinding til I can't no more
It's time for me to take this over
Find out what I came here for
They know what it is don't ask me
Put another zip in the gas tank
Hoes taking pictures with me backstage
No I ain't order bitches off Backpage, ooh
Out here getting rich it's not a rat race
Looking for the kid I tell 'em dat way
I'm bout to get it lit and man I can't wait
I put on for my city every damn day
I just might catch me a flight with the clique
Get high as shit and buy a fit I'm too fly
Something like I'm outta sight with your chick
She like to strip and ride the dick it's no lie
How I'm right up in the light and the mix
This type of drip'll get 'em sick got that fire
Now it's time to live this life every bit
Ask why the kid can never quit, cuz you know
I need that rack aid
Smoking this weed how the back taste
Boy she a bad thang
But I don't even know what her last name is
Is you down with the campaign
I need big amounts up in the damn bank
Gotta do what them bands say
I'm living how I want I can't change
I cannot change, no no
I just stay the same, whoa whoa
I'm riding with the gang on road
Diamonds in my chain so froze
You tryna be the man don't know you
Grinding til I can't no more
It's time for me to take this over
Find out what I came here for
I need me the crib and a foreign car
AP on my wrist like a glowing star
They can see I'm legit and they know you aren't
No sleep I can't quit I been going hard
So deep in this shit ain't no getting out now
Stealing my drip they done slipped and fell down
Keeping it lit make them bitches melt down
I be with the clique we ain't giving clout out
They want it for free yeah they don't wanna pay
They scoping the scene out for sure they afraid
On go with my team boy I know why they hate
I'm rolling this weed up I'm smoking high grade
Then I'm flying away like I hop on a PJ
This life not a game don't be talking no EA
There's price on the fame it's gon cost just to be there
Want ice on my chain all the frost in the freezer
I need that rack aid
Smoking this weed how the back taste
Boy she a bad thang
But I don't even know what her last name is
Is you down with the campaign
I need big amounts up in the damn bank
Gotta do what them bands say
I'm living how I want I can't change
I cannot change, no no
I just stay the same, whoa whoa
I'm riding with the gang on road
Diamonds in my chain so froze
You tryna be the man don't know you
Grinding til I can't no more
It's time for me to take this over
Find out what I came here for
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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