SWERVE They only lust it They don't love me Love me like I love it If it ain’t my gut Then i don’t trust it She don’t want the love She want the money She know she a fox It nothin’ news Sleepin’ on me go head Hit the snooze Early bird gon get the…. All you do is complain plain But bitch I got more Money on the way ay Sorry ho but we Are not the same same Please get the **** up Out my lane… Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Ya’ll complain the money Take the fun from it I love gettin’ money Just to fund the shit All my bitches tryna buzz my phone n shit Tryna throw another alcoholic fit I don’t ever get like what the problem is?! I’m in love with it I’m on my shit Workin’ hard And taking ownership So one day I could ****in’ own a ship From a damn kayak To a ****ing yacht When she see that shit She just might ****in’ yak Be like OH MH GOD! Gotta couple deals That I did decline Gotta couple mills Livin’ in my mind Gotta couple dimes Tryna hit my mind Monsters love the dark I dont sleep at night Gotta tunnel vision Cuz I see the light I got precious time… Got precious rhymes I got precious diamonds Livin’ in my mind If pressure makes diamonds That must be the reason The reason I shine I dodge every fake I dodge every ho I dodge every bullet I’m dodgin’ the bull I’m in my own lane You taking a toll I’m in my own All you do is complain plain But bitch I got more Money on the way ay Sorry ho but we Are not the same same Please get the **** up Out my lane… Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Holy flow float with a halo make it happen everyday the say so I bring the bounce the crank in the go go they lacking of nature that’s why they so so I talk in language that they gravitate to Why would I beg for respect when I paid dues I take a shot and don’t care if I miss it cause soon as I make it they dismiss the misses see all the wins and all they see is riches shit hit the fan and all the roaches missing the constant cycles of whats popping and isn’t (Constant cycles of what’s popping and isn’t) tired of the rat race I’m racing myself Indy 500 I’m beating my times melted the beat and I’m freezing they minds as soon as I overlap the second time they don’t understand the power hold a flick of the wrist and a bomb a blow snap of the fingers And rain would pour pent up aggression I hate to be holding transform it to energy that I can use positive light to a world of abuse sacrifice my whole life to do it no need to complain no need to try just go and do it All you do is complain plain But bitch I got more Money on the way ay Sorry ho but we Are not the same same Please get the **** up Out my lane… Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerve Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi Tell a bi…