Way Off Lyrics

I'm tryna win, I can't lose, I'm like LeBron in the playoffs

I've been on my grind 24-seven with no day off

We ain't talkin' bout no cash, then the conversation way off

I ain't had a time to bust her, but I still knock the face off

Mind on the money and the money on my mind

I'm just stayin' in my lane, pay attention to the signs

Even when it's goin' bad, I'ma tell you that I'm fine

I knew I was chosen, probably around the age of nine

Another day, another dollar, that's my motto on a weekday

Swervin' off this drink, hope I don't crash on the freeway

If I tell you that I love you, then it's real

Told her we don't do no callin, hit the room and make a nil

Walk you in, I'm drinkin, yeah, I'm cool on the bill

Free my dawg, I got that can

Lost my pot, said 15, but it turned me to a man

We ain't chasin' out the hold up, we runnin' a D-band

Yeah, I'm self-made, so I ain't bitin' off no hand

I don't just do this for me, tryna get all of us rich

Brother told me, Vern, you gotta put your walls into this

Yeah, my kids my motivation

In this world, you need two things, discipline and have patience

I'm tryna win, I can't lose, I'm like LeBron in the playoffs

I been on my grind, 24-seven, with no day off

He ain't talkin' bout no cash, then the conversation way off

I ain't had a time to bust her, but I still knock the face off

Mind on the money and the money on my mind

I'm just stayin' in my lane, pay attention to the signs

Even when it's goin' bad, I'ma tell you that I'm fine

I knew I was chosen, probably around the age of nine

Need them diamonds and a Roller, you know time will never free

Rap game and got no lead, hell yeah, I'm what it need

It ain't even been two minutes, now she want what's in my jeans

I'm addicted to this paper for that cash, I'm a fiend

I get higher than the birds, I have you

Ain't know it's me, every time I slide through

Tryna keep it real, but can't even live in the truth

We is nothin' of the same, I could never be a you

Since a baby, I was chosen

Way before my momma spit me, I can't even hold you

It's a cold, cold world, and it's only gettin' colder

Leave when you wanna leave, and I don't need no closure

I'm tryna win, I can't lose, I'm like LeBron in the playoffs

I been on my grind 24-seven, when no day off

Ain't talkin' bout no cash, then the conversation way off

I ain't had a time to bust her, but I still knock the face off

Mind on the money and the money on my mind

I'm just stayin' in my lane, pay attention to the signs

Even when it's goin' bad, I'ma tell you that I'm fine

I knew I was chosen, probably around the age of nine