PHASES/RETAIL Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Alright)

(Alright)

(Yeah)

Coming from the 713

Where we blowing trees

I got people that believe in me

So please have some fucking decency

When you speak to me

(Aye)

Some said I change

(Yeah)

I can't stay the same

I gotta grow

I gotta show

I gotta put on my city, my home

In this life there's one thing I know

(Yeah) People are shady

Don't want you to glow

(Alright) They riding beside you

Or is it for show

You taking that profit but where does it go

Look

We are not one and the same

My nigga you already know (you know)

I sip this drank

And smoke on my pain

It slow down my brain till I can't feel no more

I'm up in Houston

The feelings amazing

You niggas won't make it

Man all you niggas talking bullshit

Had people that love me

Tell me I ain't shit

And tell me that I cannot do this

That I cannot do this

Nigga you stupid

You are so clueless

Like how can you doubt me and not show me love when I ain't even really do shit

That's true shit

(Yeah)

Don't believe it when they tell you money is the root of all evil

Just chase that bag and don't forget to feed ya people

Want diamonds dancing around my niggas necks so you can see em

Best believe it

Just split y'a tabs and now my vision scenic

My heart broke

808's for the heart throb

Gotta go I can't stop

Never checking for a pit stop

My nigga put me on Margiela when you smell it

Revenge got me sitting with the reverend

Told lil mama I'll be back in a second

And I wanna make a name for myself

Even if that means I got cut some niggas off just to be protecting my wealth

More protecting my health

Won't be put on a shelf

Pray for better days

Cause I'm stressing like I'm having greys, yeah

Shorty was a phase

More like a test run

Imma get revenge on the niggas that doubt us

Potential so rich that you can't even count it up

I'm looking to run it up

For the fam, man we stuck

In Houston it's a rush

Gotta make it out if I must

Depending on who you trust

You might run out of luck

And what would you do nigga

If you working retail, folding clothes, and picking up shoes nigga

What would you do nigga

And harder times are coming

Know you tired of fucking struggling

Know you tired of the hustling

But you gotta think about the pockets of your brothers

And specifically your mother

Cause who gone hold 'em down when they need it the most

Know you want the crown but you gotta take it with smoke

Niggas fucking clowns and they in the same boat

Just watch from all sides they don't want you to float

(Yeah)

They don't want you to float

They don't want you to float

(Yeah)

(Yeah)