Lawn Care Savant) ft. No ($) Savant Lyrics

We making plays and we paving ways to have greater days

Who knew the hustle would come to music and paper planes

I've come to take my place so make arrangements

Need these tulips, daisies

Guess y'all more floral I'll floor 'em with entertainment

Without communication, constant facing interfaces

Studio my living space until my crib is spacious

Aimed for where Anne Frank had stayed, to the top or at least adjacent

And anyone or thing in my way I'm placing em in the basement

Since I was shaving face been cutting up like razor blades

And I love doing features, but I'd rather make em face to face

Them high jump vibes where the bar gets raised and raised

And you rewriting your shit until it's great them was my favorite days

Been getting hard to focus lately when my head is turned

Plus away from the register, I'm not so great at making changes

I'm breeding cattle, time to raise the steaks

Until the feeling of complacency being replaced by feeling amazing

Not just fate that I'm winning

I'll make my own path

Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass

We never made it to prison because we hauled ass

No more faith in the system that shit is all trash

Not just fate that I'm winning, I'll make my own path

Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass

We never made it to prison because we hauled ass

No more faith in the system that shit is all trash

All trash

I guess we just not build for an office

I remember smoking in my highschool classroom

Dreaming bout bigger things than what was in my math books

Never making notes but I was always writing mad hooks

And then I graduated, knew nobody that related

So I made my own path, lost some friends but that was fated

And when I'm faded on a week day I realize

That I was destined for greatness, and with my own eyes

I've seen the growth I've made, we're slowly taking steps

And me and Ziggy ain't stopping until we running laps

Around the competition, no matter what it takes

I tied my foot round the gas pedal, not taking breaks

Manoeuver smooth, don't follow rhythms I make the groove

Never been a nerd, study music shit like this summer school

Writing bars when I wake until the evening hue

Taking care of my lawn and who is passing through

Not just fate that I'm winning, I'll make my own path

Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass

We never made it to prison because we hauled ass

No more faith in the system that shit is all trash

Not just fate that I'm winning, I'll make my own path

Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass

We never made it to prison because we hauled ass

No more faith in the system that shit is all trash