October ft. R.E.D Lyrics

Every night, every day, can't help but to worry, so worried that you don't feel the same

Yo Bass, you been trippin' on them hoes

Twin turbos on a whip, I'm in a fast lane

Never claimed to be a rapper, I'm in the cash game

Learn to throw hands way before the strap came

Plus you can get the bat, man, I'm like a black paint

Get rid of a chick before they act strange

Leave her where she had me fucked up at

No Photoshop, show you where you can get touched up at

Fuck being PC geek, only trust a Mac

And barring a setback, I'm gon' be rich soon

Consequently, I'm with your bitch soon

Clip moon, ratchet attachment, switch tunes

Big hitter, eventually you gotta pitch to him

And I'ma knock it out the park

That's a homer to Springfield, got nothing to do with Bart

Seahawk like Tyler, can't lock it without the heart

Rap like riding a bike, don't need a sprocket for it to start

Only as strong as your weakest link

Big money, bigger checks, three Cubans around my neck

Charm like a fucking gong on my cheapest link

Out here like Cam'ron in the pinkest mink

Everyday Thanksgiving when you eating good

And everyday Christmas when you this gifted

Mattress on cloud nine when you sleeping good

Keep a ladder in the truck when it's this lifted

Eye of the tiger, heart of a lion

When I die, put me with the stars, got like Orion

Nose of the barrel got longer, it's like I'm lying

And if I'm lying, I'm flying, give me my wings then

You middle men not kingpin

Motherfuckers can do crime, not time, so they singing

Not thinking

Mess around, get popped in the head while catching a play

Thought you was linking

I'm just being honest

Still cocky as fuck when I was being modest

Blow on the bagpipe like she was being Scottish

Friday like Ezell, I ain't gonna tell nobody else that she's being polished

Smart nigga upset if I got a C in college

Figured I'd strive for all As if I'm a B in college

What's the point of education if you ain't seeing knowledge

It starts to all make sense when you get to seeing dollars

Wise words from a decent man

Don't care if the hate there, cause she's a fan

In my pocket, at least a band

That's at least a grand, so don't come empty handed

Bring at least a friend

Her real name, Mercedes

That's at least a band

Her best friend, Alexis

Every night

Every night

She don't feel the same

Yo, Bash, you been tripping on them hoes

Stop

Drop

Shut them down, open up shop

This a 1911, not a Glock

This a tracker nigga and he stop

Wait

This a stopper nigga and his tracks

Cause he had it backwards, he ain't know how to act

I'm exact with the aim

Especially with that, it's insane

No disclaim

I'm acclaimed

It's that $400 bottle flow

Monogram sleeves, Louis V, they wanna know

How I'm not pressured by the time or the scope

This is not a lecture, this a lap, nigga, go

You ain't never gotta hate

You can dap a nigga out

You ain't know that, then you slow

I control it with the flow

I got worlds to explode

Meet and open up the door

I'ma walk it like I'm talking

Let my amigos get the money

Cause it's all about the dough

Turn it up

Up late waiting on success to come find me

I ain't got that one to come fight in

Everyone I want, they come fighting

Demons, they done led into their life

Shit, I ain't riding, I'm a fly nigga

I ain't gotta rhyme this

Talking to my niggas like we gotta make it

Celebrate these wins when them niggas get accomplishments

If we ain't spoke yet, I celebrate with them

Like yeah, that's what I'm talking about, nigga

Kick that

Then I go make an accomplishment

That's my lick back

Growth

Circle shit, nigga

That's how we flip that

Niggas hate within they own crew

Nigga, we skip that

Seven day theory

This jury looking luxurious

And I'm so mysterious, making these bitches curious

I'm serious

Hate niggas always look furious

But I stay laughing

They funnier than delirious

Damn, I miss my dog

From the laugh to the seas and the handshake

We was in that green five.0 with the handbrake

Remember you was mad at them girls cause they nail painted

Funny as hell

Nothing that this man can't do

These star tattoos, shit

It's ironic how I still got the blues

Shit, this feeling's uncanny

They hit you, we miss you, Manny

I was telling you, you didn't understand me

Every day

Every day

Every day

Every day

Can't help but to worry

Every day

So worried

But you don't feel the same