"FIN" lyrics
All I used to think was how to run it up (yeah)
Ran it up and then wanted to run it back (oh)
All we used to think when we was coming up (what)
Money bags, money bags, money bags (yeah)
Had to come to grips, hitting pads with a pen stroke
You better hope your craft brings cash for your kinfolk
Diamonds made out of pressure, learned that's what it's meant for
Same plan, made man, without saying big bro
Chosen, how you know you was the one selected
Told em it's whatever then had to accept it
In this era you don't need a lot of effort
Told em stop the overthinking and get over your obsession
Too obsessive, have you thinking, boy you bout to miss your blessings (yeah, but)
Asked how you made it up the hill
How you make that music with a feel (feel)
How you make something to give em chills (chills)
How you make music that feels for real
And still make some dollar bills while grippin' foreign steering wheels
The long-awaited now the waiting's over (yeah)
Chasing a high whenever days got lower made it colder
I know some places where they pray to get over
Where niggas that's not in the gym but still got weight on they shoulders (you know what)
The pain, it won't stay
It's cross country with this life's journey, how we came a long way
Fans drowning in distractions (yeah)
Made a lot of real ones pass up on they passions
All of this subtraction, cause nothing's not adding
Men, women lie, numbers don't was the quote but the math ain't mathin
Keep that seat belt fastened
Never know what could happen (yeah)
All I used to think was how to run it up (yeah)
Ran it up and then wanted to run it back (okay)
All we used to think when we was coming up (what's that)
Money bags, money bags, money bags (yeah)
Ran it up and then wanted to run it back (oh)
All we used to think when we was coming up (what)
Money bags, money bags, money bags (yeah)
Had to come to grips, hitting pads with a pen stroke
You better hope your craft brings cash for your kinfolk
Diamonds made out of pressure, learned that's what it's meant for
Same plan, made man, without saying big bro
Chosen, how you know you was the one selected
Told em it's whatever then had to accept it
In this era you don't need a lot of effort
Told em stop the overthinking and get over your obsession
Too obsessive, have you thinking, boy you bout to miss your blessings (yeah, but)
Asked how you made it up the hill
How you make that music with a feel (feel)
How you make something to give em chills (chills)
How you make music that feels for real
And still make some dollar bills while grippin' foreign steering wheels
The long-awaited now the waiting's over (yeah)
Chasing a high whenever days got lower made it colder
I know some places where they pray to get over
Where niggas that's not in the gym but still got weight on they shoulders (you know what)
The pain, it won't stay
It's cross country with this life's journey, how we came a long way
Fans drowning in distractions (yeah)
Made a lot of real ones pass up on they passions
All of this subtraction, cause nothing's not adding
Men, women lie, numbers don't was the quote but the math ain't mathin
Keep that seat belt fastened
Never know what could happen (yeah)
All I used to think was how to run it up (yeah)
Ran it up and then wanted to run it back (okay)
All we used to think when we was coming up (what's that)
Money bags, money bags, money bags (yeah)
