Walter White ft. Swats Lyrics

If Swats on the beat then it's fuckin' up the streets

I've been stuck up for some nights

Thinking, scheming, plotting, feel like Walter White

We ain't going wrong long as the feelings right

Fightin' for the city feel like Roman times

Clutchin' for my team I told them do or die

Sold the fuckin' spot just for like 50 thou'

Pops been doin' this since it was '65

I remember when he was like 65

And they can't understand how we came into this shit

Yet I'm makin' all these plans how to come up on a break

Got my gang movin' in and they knowing how it is

Roll the dice, take a chance, get yourself up in the mix

Swaggin' and hustlin' all through my youth

Stackin' up bundles I'm rollin' through town and they call me the truth

I'm bringin' the pressure, whatever I do

I'm tryna be better when I'm in the booth

This money gon' show you what thuggas will do

And they don't need proof

But the sun still gon' shine and the future's looking bright

Damn I ain't been feeling fine, but I been praying for these nights

See the chance and imma go I won't be thinkin' 'bout it twice

I been thinkin' 'bout the life and it been sounding kinda nice

I've been stuck up for some nights

Thinking, scheming, plotting, feel like Walter White

We ain't going wrong long as the feelings right

Fightin' for the city feel like Roman times

I'm rollin' the dice to show what I'm made of

Becoming a boss, all I been caring about is the paper

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout I know about all the fake love

You thinkin' you slick but I'm peepin' the truth like I'm Schrader

It really come down to a science, if they be talking assume that they lying

If I go take this lil' pill I'll be flying, fed up I don't gotta make up my mind

Stuck with my choices I hope I don't die

Tryna go sleep but I'm up until five, tryna go make me some money tonight

Streets have been callin' and ringin' my line

Man, I hear this all the time

Youngin' swingin', trappin' in the dirty docks

Some might lose their life over some fucking thot

Talkin' to myself I might go run it up, take over the fuckin' spot

I've been stuck up for some nights

Thinking, scheming, plotting, feel like Walter White

We ain't going wrong long as the feelings right

Fightin' for the city feel like Roman times