BONUS: Coast (7AM In Troy) ft. 6ixteenth & Yuno Barz Lyrics

Sixteen hundred yeah

I'm moving coast to coast

I got a pilly, cup of fire

In a prison full of smiles

I been smoking on that loud

Coast to coast

I'm moving coast to coast

I'm moving coast to coast

I'm moving coast to coast

I got a pilly, cup of fire

In a prison full of smiles

I been smoking on that loud

Coast to coast

I done ran a thousand miles

I done smoked a hundred pounds

I done made a hundred sounds, yeah

Moving andale, oh wait

I need cheddar, cake, souffle

Tryna steal my flow, too late

Gotta get a boat for this wave

Really tryna tell me to move on

But I got the keys

I been stacking my bread, no coupons

Gotta plant my seeds

Yeah, I plant my seeds

No more serving no fiends

They been scamming my ass for way too long

I need my piece

Yeah, I'm talking Ibiza

Yeah I'm talking about golden glitter and selling out arenas

And I ain't gotta get a visa

I'm moving coast to coast

I got a pilly, cup of fire

And a prison full of smiles

I been smoking on that loud

Coast to coast

I done ran a thousand miles

I done smoked a hundred pounds

I done made a hundred sounds, yeah

And Helen, Heaven ain't gon' wait for you

And I don't know what it is you came to do

But this ship made for two

So get in or get in somebody else way 'cause you

Not mine, and I ain't got time to kill

And no, I ain't tryna fill

All of my days with this pain and these promises

Pardon the stains on my brain and these scars, I

Spent time at the graves of my favorites and opposites

Scholar of shame and incompetence

Hollerin' "Gang" with my partners

But I gotta say I been afraid to be honest

I'm keeping my cards close

I don't even sleep with my guard low

Said show me some shit you can't see through the fire

Smoke in the whip and a crib out in Scarborough

I'm moving coast to coast

I got a pilly, cup of fire

And a prison full of smiles

I been smoking on that loud

Coast to coast

I done ran a thousand miles

I done smoked a hundred pounds

I done made a hundred sounds, yeah

I'm living bicoastal

I'm calling an audible every time I'm on the road

I'm losing my patience

A lot of y'all ain't got no talent and selling y'all souls and

A lot of you fumbled the bag

And counted me out in the past

And thought I was only a joke

But now I look back and I laugh

And that's just a problem we have

That's just the tip of the iceberg

Your bitch on my dick, I guess life works

In mysterious ways

I keep my pen to the page

I keep my eyes on the prize

A lot of y'all stuck in your ways

And any day could be the day, so

'Till then boss moves on relay

She only wanna fuck on her B-Day

I'm moving coast to coast

I got a pilly, cup of fire

And a prison full of smiles

I been smoking on that loud

Coast to coast

I done ran a thousand miles

I done smoked a hundred pounds

I done made a hundred sounds, yeah