"Floor Seats Freestyle" lyrics

"Floor Seats Freestyle"

Yeah (Hey, Stevie)
Hey, Stevie
It's 5:30 in the morning
I should be 'sleep
I should be, but, um
Merry Christmas to you motherfuckers
It's around, uh, belated Christmas, okay?

They sing it, they scream it
But ain't no truth in they words, they never mean it
And even if I lose, bitch, I'm goin' out swingin'
When you as fly as me, sometimes you gotta wing it
The money start pilin', now bitches is gettin' clingy
And niggas start fakin', but seein' is believin'
I grind too motherfuckin' hard to break even
Ball all year, never take a off-season
Go hard or go home and it's a long way home
You aware my time is money, so I can't stay long
I'm on a mission and my mission is for me to keep gettin' it
Until the picture prints out the way I envisioned it
Ridin' in the Caddy like an old-school player with a new-school playlist
Jhené and Jessie Reyez
Memphis, Tennessee, startin' to look like San Andreas
I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper, they afraid to say it
I'm smarter than I look, my bank account on special ed
"Go and get this money" is what I heard Simon said
For every drop of blood, sweat, and tears that I shed
I don't know what came first, I saw chickens and eggs
I'm too arrogant to beg, need this money like my meds
My lil' homie spent his twenty-third birthday in the feds
Ain't I fortunate? Spend my nights inside my own bed
Bound to reap what I've sown, pass the dread
Long live Pif

Yeah
Inside my own bed
Bound to reap what I've sown, pass the dread
Yeah
They sing it, they scream it
But ain't no truth in they words, they never mean it
And even if I lose, bitch, I'm goin' out swingin'
When you as fly as me, sometimes you gotta wing it
They sing it, they scream it
Niggas ain't real, they never mean it
They never mean it
Yeah, they never mean it
Leanin', a nigga mind even though you never seen it
Boy fly enough to run a lap around Venus
Chillin' on Mars with a watch full of cement
Chillin' with your bitch, she got a mouth full of semen
Around Venus
It feel like we beamin'
I don't know the words to this shit
Yeah
If you know, you know


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