Guess Who's Back

Fuck what niggas talking 'bout boy I'm on my grind

Pursuit of happiness so money on my mind

People say duty calls and if it's on my line

I get a two minute warning bitch you on my time

Heard it through that vine

That I ain't kicked it and that minute they was missing me

Hold the trap, had to give ‘em raps for their misery

Every snap I smile, the bitches make a gift for me

I'm laughing out the bank on my way to the dispensary

Get my hair cut, my nigga Kenny do that shit for free

The amenities of living life like a fucking G

When will they understand that niggas can't fuck with me

And I don't need the throne just seat me in the lap of luxury

I'll be smoking grass till it's grass that I'm underneath

Chilling at the pad with a bad one for company

I make the haters mad with the cash I accompany

I know you think I'm spaz but this only what I've done for free

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]

Check my bank account and it was at like 53

Thats pretty solid for a young nigga born in '93

Never had problems pulling young chickens so she sticks to me

That is what often make my mind want to skip a beat

Stay focused you in the gray mode and

Just make more dope shit, you got to stay golden

As much I love love to swim she got a gray ocean

And I can spice it up if I use 8 motions

Talking 'bout life's a bitch thats why I stay pokin'

And I'm all in her friend, thats who I lay low with

Ever since I could remember I've been winning, 18 and 0

Saw my self at the top and started grinding off the dreams and hopes

Went to buying expensive, getting here by expeditions yo

Forced me to believe all this shit I got ment for show

Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas

Young expressions with ambition, n' most importantly the vision