Exile Lyrics

Gone head slime em out see what all that talk about

He wolf that fo-fo barking now he shouldve took the smarter route

You know im out the way tryna catch a major play

Grinding on the day to day to make sure that the bills was paid

I had to make my way time to eat i said my grace

Scarred my feet this paper chase made sure that my kicks was laced

Time to switch the pace smoke three five blunts to the face

Hit the club we popping ace to let em know that life is great

Keep yo love that shit is fake i came up the shiesty way call that shit the slimey way

I do not have time to waste

Now gone head slime em out see what all that talking bout

He wolf that fo-fo barking now he shouldve took the smarter route

I took the harder route say fuck the clout n trapped it out

Aint want the fame just want the count im checking blues in large amounts

D on blues n clear em out city hot trip to the south

Think we fighting stores how we punching all these orders now

Moves took me on tour aint got time for no whores

Once i nut i hit the door how much money i need more

Labels tryna sign me tell em millis i need four

Member trapping out that buick with them ashtrays in the door

Now im tryna cop that porsche with them mink furs in the floor

And until i see that day you prolly catch me at the store

Remember campus point trapping me and bag in that explorer

And i pray we make it home we got a half a bow or more

So if them bitches catch us then we flunking out for sure

On the stee they had them strikers like they batting average poor

And now im in that game switching lanes in that hot ass stang

Twelve jump in my lane turn david blaine go poof wont see a thang

A set i do not claim just know my glock that bitch go bang

Ion even rock no chains let a nigga touch me you see brains

You know im out the way tryna catch a major play

Grinding on the day to day to make sure that the bills was paid

I had to make my way time to eat i said my grace

Scarred my feet this paper chase made sure that my kicks was laced

Time to switch the pace smoke three five blunts to the face

Hit the club we popping ace to let em know that life is great

Keep yo love that shit is fake i came up the shiesty way call that shit the slimey way

I do not have time to waste