Tax Return ft. Facts Soprano Lyrics

It's Soprano, nigga

You know, my shit hit a little different

Vybez, what up

I love you, Pauly

Livin' fast, but I never crash, this shit is us

From gettin' bagged to blowin' bags, I'm tryna live it up

Fitted tux, they kill my pops cause he ain't give it up

My biggest fear is leavin' here and I ain't live enough

Like I ain't talk to my kids enough

Or feel ashamed like I ain't did enough

If it's up, it's up, but my faction don't knuckle up

They up and buck, niggas think they tough, till it's war

Now they got the bubble guts, bubble coat, I'm just tryna bubble now

Niggas talkin' spicy, but ain't no smoke around

Took a few L's, but I'm focused now

I can never break those vows

Plug through a bomb and they say, shit, that shit was so profound

I get a funny feelin' when a snake around

Precision when I aim the pound

I'm throwin' no hitters when I take the mound

I swear I got demons from my past that I'm facin' now

I see some young niggas turn cold, now they faceing trial

Swear the shit I seen is so surreal I can't crack a smile

Facts, nigga

I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back

They be screamin' chill, just relax

I want a hundred mil, I can live with that

And I want that shit after taxes

Yeah

Uh

Yea

I be in my mind bout a lot

Lamborghini dreamin', tryna grind to the top

I don't be pressed about them niggas if they got me or not

Run up in your spot and give me all that you got

Yeah, it's drama time

Young niggas starvin' like it was Ramadan

I sell coke to your mom

I ain't even blood, but you know it's free all the slimes

I be rollin' all these blunts, tryna ease up my mind

You know I got it, I'm fine

People change at the drop of a dime

And funny how you changed and you droppin' a dime

I gotta respect what they told me

You fraud, you don't know me

Shit weird

Caught in the middle of Showing the old me

You niggas be crashin' out for the clout

Like, what the fuck that's about

I just run it up, get to a bag, and be out

Surrounded by death, but I be duckin', tryna get out

I just live my life in the clouds

We young, buck & we wild

I can see Quan right now, smilin' as he look down

Lookin' at me as I'm facin' this trial

Prayin' I take a dub at this trial

Corny niggas livin' foul

I was never throwin' a towel

I just play my lane

I wish you niggas would do the same

But fuck it, I can't complain, I'm livin'

I just go out and get it

And I swear I had to show that I'm different

I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back

They be screamin' chill, just relax

I want a hundred mil, I can live with that

And I want that shit after taxes

I want that shit after taxes