900 Biscayne Bay Lyrics

It's about six pm in Miami, my city where it all started

Shout out to all the ones that inspired me, shout out to myself for believing in me

But I guess it's my time now, and I'm never going to stop

I hit rewind on the time, I'll be back by the weekend

I shoot the shot no defense

All the banks coming frequent, ain't no time for regret

I'm still pumping my chest, but I keep my love locked down

Ain't no second place crown

Got your city going up yeah, that's my place now

Shout out to Tupac, because I be getting around

If you still calling them shots, then you better lay down

If you try to cross my name, I'll cross your whole play out

Got love for this rap game, and I'll be stretching it out

Got my momma all worried, she be stressed all out

But I told her never worry, I got it all figured out

And if I ever doubt myself, just put my name in the grave

But God gave me a chance, and I made my own wave

Got a egotistic shawty, she be all misbehaved

And all my time is money, so yeah fuck a delay

And I'm looking at the views, yeah I'm always amazed

And my mind stay focused, writers block is maintained

All that shade throwing, you better throw it away

Good morning, and fuck you, it's a brand new day

The sun's shines In my face, driving down Biscayne

And my life is so good, I will never replace

Just hit the same line, and I'll be stuck In replay

You can have a taste, but you can't stay at my place

And if you hit my phone line, I'll send you back your own way

Let's get it

If I ever come back, I'ma cover the tracks

And still keep it intact, and roll over the facts

The story's all for the talks, and a couple of walks

Just going back and forth, a couple days in the south

And some brand new floors, getting ready for war

All black, no thorns, and all real, no clones

And all stacks, no loans, no wiretaps with the phones

And we ready to go, just hit the line and we gone

Just look what we found

It's a brand new sound

And a couple new rounds, In the same old grounds

Three and five the hometown

Driving down on eight thirty six, the boys with the bricks, and the cuban links

And we staying all rich, for like twenty five trips

And about hundred flips

These the Miami boys, drop top with the toys

Rick ross with the voice

What's the plan with no choice

With all plans to destroy

No space for decoys, and no sleep for some noise

Just take a seat In the air

Goodbye and take care

Life will never be fair

Just pray and prepare

She asked me what to wear

I told her a tight red dress

Will we ever confess

Just say less for the stress

More nights of success, and more days of rest

With drinks to depress

With thoughts so compress

I played the lotto one time

And put my luck to the test, I'm gone