R350 Lyrics

Where were you

When the struggle was on

They said I'd never go far

Writing all of these raps staying out of the streets

Take a second look now

I'm wearing a Patek sleeping on Gucci sheets

They said I'd never go far

Writing all of these raps staying out of the streets

Take a second look now

I'm wearing a Patek sleeping on Gucci sheets hey hey hey

I told them put the guns down

Forget about the scrap just focus on the cheese

I ain't talking bout the gouda

None of us here are rats I mean the blue and green

I feel like we the goats now

Put SA on the map just need a coupla streams

I might just take a nap gotta work on my dreams

Grinding till I'm up ain't easy as it seems hey hey hey

I cant hit if she ain't Japanese (utskushi)

I'm capping my girl would murder me (im sorry)

I look good in blue and burgundy (fancy)

I rep no colours and my shirt is clean (grr bow)

You want a show make sure you pay the fee (pay me)

Send me the check been waiting eagerly (I'm starving)

Gotta make all my paper legally

And the funny thing is

The hate never comes from the ones that are doing better than you

No sir it's always the ones that are struggling

Can barely pay rent barely feed their kids

Couldn't even reach their own goals

Then you gonna come and try to tell us

What we can and can't achieve and think we will listen to that

Hahah

Don't sleep focus on the road child

Epiphany cause um on ah toad child

Stand still no you cannot fold child

Talk cheap and that's what I told child

Don't sleep focus on the road child

Epiphany cause um on ah toad child

Stand still no you cannot fold child

Talk cheap and that's what I told child

Have mercy on me

He won't give em jobs he uh rather give em 350

Youngin in the hood he uh do you for the 350

Youngin in the hood taking drugs with that 350

What the fuck is 350

Motherfucken get with me

Poverty and hunger homeless people make a big business

Planning education execution make a big dentist

If I had a choice I'm with my blood I'm with the same family

We the type to grind and turn a hyundai to a big Bentley

I look up to Tyla cause she went and got a big Grammy

He was suicidal told that nigga nigga be happy

2022 was off the meds and had a lean belly

The police almost got me um in prison with a big celly

But they couldn't get me cause I hid it in some shit candy

And they dropped the charges dropped we celebrated with some shit brandy

One time met a pimp and all them bitches call him big daddy

And I grew up soft um not gon cap I had a big nanny

Road child

Toad child

Fold child

Told child