BANANA BOAT Lyrics

I ain't been the same

I'd be lying if I say

I don't miss the old days

Kick with my homies

Money be the main goal

I been stuck in limbo

Cooking all this damn dope

Sell it on the low low

I ain't been the same

I'd be lying if I say

I don't miss the old days

Kick with my homies

Money be the main goal

I been stuck in limbo

Cooking all this damn dope

Sell it on the low low

I was swimming in the deep end

And nobody was reaching

So I had let myself flout

And then I made my own boat.

To Paradise, don't need advice

I just do what I just do

With the bars that I be spitting

Lately I just been sinning

Like a mad man, so I rap

Many flows and different hoes

They said that I'm too lay back

I'm busy smoking these wraps

In my mind like all the time

Talking to my old self

Can't believe how far I came

Used to be stuck in the mugs

Now I'm stuck between her thighs

Writing her these lovely songs

Cause I can't express it

Unless it with a beat hoe

Yeah I made this beat, woah!

Crazy instrumentals

I go off at my own pace

How are you in last place?

You say that you got more clout

I do this on the weekends

A hobby that I mastered

You ain't shit without your team

Mr. independent

But I never really flex it

All I really need to fucking do

Is Introduce

I ain't been the same

I'd be lying if I say

I don't miss the old days

Kick with my homies

Money be the main goal

I been stuck in limbo

Cooking all this damn dope

Sell it on the low low

I ain't been the same

I'd be lying if I say

I don't miss the old days

Kick with my homies

Money be the main goal

I been stuck in limbo

Cooking all this damn dope

Sell it on the low low

Its 4am and I'm still up

My brain is always spinning

The reason why I OD

So I can get some damn sleep

I think this is my six life

Cause all that wisdom that I

Spitting at these people

They thinking that we equal

But I'm just built so different

All these other fuckers act the same

How is that? I don't know!

I'm just living like I do

I know I won't live long

So let me leave em these songs

LTR the fucking clique

Shout out the fucking Goonz

My day ones still my ones so

Never get it twisted

If I make it, imma bring 'em all

That I'm God and all of that

Get em pay, looking like we really rob the fucking bank

Staying faded like my cut

I swear I'm really fresh to death

I'm looking for some meaning

I be out here having meetings with

Me myself I, cause I'm bossing up

Listen close

My beats is fucking better

And my bars just leveled up bitch

Thanks to all the damn drugs

My mind is just expanding

So this might be the last time

That I rap these dope lines

Give it to y'all so raw

That you might need plan B

But ain't nobody like me

These rappers Carbon copies

Fuck with me

T the C

Really get to know me

I ain't been the same

I'd be lying if I say

I don't miss the old days

Kick with my homies

Money be the main goal

I been stuck in limbo

Cooking all this damn dope

Sell it on the low low

I ain't been the same

I'd be lying if I say

I don't miss the old days

Kick with my homies

Money be the main goal

I been stuck in limbo

Cooking all this damn dope

Sell it on the low low