
FOREVER SITUATED Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
They tried to drag me down when I ain't have it, but I made it happen, n***a, I'm on go
Streams did a quarter milli, I ain't up yet, really, member days i was stuck on the floor
Now I'm on the road, sellin' out shows
Uppin the price, I need a lil more
I'm rockin shit these niggas can't afford
The coupe got some wings when I push up the doors
I'm rockin' Palm Angels pulled up in a demon I do it for times them n****s ain't believe me
I had to get it, got a lil' greedy Since young, been in charge I know my n****s need me
Roll up Biscotti 3.5, I'm steamin'
In love with the hunnids, addicted I'm fiendin
Hop off a jet to a check, I'm in Phoenix
How the fuck you tryna eat with me, you never feed me
Woah, I done made some change, but I never change I been gettin' money way before the fame
Bitches on me way before I had a name, my whip suicidal, I just blew the brain
Swimmin' in money shit, come by the boat load
I did a mill by myself, fuck a promo
Purp in my cup, so I move a lil' slo-mo
I spent 300 on jeans, then bought four more
When I step out, bitches tryna take photos I run it up, stack it up, don't never show though
Brodie step back, let it fly from the logo I spend a bag, it come back like a pogo
They like "why you rap about money and bitches on tracks?"
Cause, n***a, I live what I rap N****s cannot take my spot and I put that on God
That's facts, all you n****s is wack
I'm swervin', got 12 on my ass
I got two bands in the Louis V bag
It's me and Cash on the track run it back gave my all to the game it never paid me back
You wasn't there when I was at my worst, now I'ma have to hit 'em where it hurts
Now it's a couple thousand for our verse, had to get through the storm to get through all this work
All this pain and struggle, made it through the thunder
Stat pad the rackies, made it triple-double
OTF, never switchin' on my brothers
MLB, swing a play and then another
I be dogging bitches, think I need a muzzle I put money on his head, don't need a tussle
I stack my chips, it don't ever tumble
Sturdy with it, I don't ever fumble