"26" lyrics
I can't explain but this pain makes me feel better
You see the thoughts of being broke it made me deal better
I used to run up set up shops and take real measures
I'm putting kilos on my back like I don't feel pressure
Like I ain't tired cause I ain't been home for seven weeks
I'm selling packs out of town so I don't sell em cheap
You see I tried to go clean but it was never me
The excuse I told myself when I came home to selling ki's
Yeah we're in the booth we're in the trap again
Pushing workout or doing workouts on the mat again
You see I had a crack zed before I had a pen
Before I got a verse I was shooting birds with my rapper friends
I'm travelling the world
My communications bad so I have it with my girl
Yeah it's damaging as well
But it's no good if they grab me and I'm sat up in a cell
She'll be sat home all alone just nagging to herself
I'm having meetings with the Distros, traffickers as well
So if the tape lands or weight lands I'm managing the sales
From 14 I was Balancing the scales
Tryna get mine and get fly I weren't inside just haggling the girls
You put that work in but you need strategy as well
You know a boss takes a loss but he's managing the L
I know a fake friend you make it happen they ain't happy I can tell
Shout fedex cause they brand it through the mail, yeah
300 packs so we're back for this whole summer
Opinions ain't worth shit like a old hummer
The rappers talking bout the trap they ain't done no numbers
You know what's up you got a plug you tell him throw suttin
They're busy talking on the net but they don't know nothing
Tracking says a couple hours till this loads coming enough
Time for me to pattern up and go running (Yhyh) I tie my
Shoes pull my bally on and go thuggin'
I work the phones pressing buttons in the Maybach
I push weights and navigate to where the weights at
I took so much shit off of pricks I didn't payback
I had... saying slim I didn't say that
Like we should be talking features
Made you think said we ain't streaming
So I'm dealing, and definitely eating
I sat down for years just tryna figure out what peace
Is when I'm sleeping
In Thailand with 2 Russian joints just like a threesome
I ain't preaching to the youngens bout street shit I cleaned up
My image but I still spend this money on beaters spent half of
Last year just tryna pattern up visas I was the weed kid
Bagging in Shanices
Some things never change
Working two phones like I'm Kevin Gates
Tryna sell a case I ain't selling gains
Yeah you musta gone mad because I'm pressing weights
Like to say wouldn't sell again, yeah
You see the thoughts of being broke it made me deal better
I used to run up set up shops and take real measures
I'm putting kilos on my back like I don't feel pressure
Like I ain't tired cause I ain't been home for seven weeks
I'm selling packs out of town so I don't sell em cheap
You see I tried to go clean but it was never me
The excuse I told myself when I came home to selling ki's
Yeah we're in the booth we're in the trap again
Pushing workout or doing workouts on the mat again
You see I had a crack zed before I had a pen
Before I got a verse I was shooting birds with my rapper friends
I'm travelling the world
My communications bad so I have it with my girl
Yeah it's damaging as well
But it's no good if they grab me and I'm sat up in a cell
She'll be sat home all alone just nagging to herself
I'm having meetings with the Distros, traffickers as well
So if the tape lands or weight lands I'm managing the sales
From 14 I was Balancing the scales
Tryna get mine and get fly I weren't inside just haggling the girls
You put that work in but you need strategy as well
You know a boss takes a loss but he's managing the L
I know a fake friend you make it happen they ain't happy I can tell
Shout fedex cause they brand it through the mail, yeah
300 packs so we're back for this whole summer
Opinions ain't worth shit like a old hummer
The rappers talking bout the trap they ain't done no numbers
You know what's up you got a plug you tell him throw suttin
They're busy talking on the net but they don't know nothing
Tracking says a couple hours till this loads coming enough
Time for me to pattern up and go running (Yhyh) I tie my
Shoes pull my bally on and go thuggin'
I work the phones pressing buttons in the Maybach
I push weights and navigate to where the weights at
I took so much shit off of pricks I didn't payback
I had... saying slim I didn't say that
Like we should be talking features
Made you think said we ain't streaming
So I'm dealing, and definitely eating
I sat down for years just tryna figure out what peace
Is when I'm sleeping
In Thailand with 2 Russian joints just like a threesome
I ain't preaching to the youngens bout street shit I cleaned up
My image but I still spend this money on beaters spent half of
Last year just tryna pattern up visas I was the weed kid
Bagging in Shanices
Some things never change
Working two phones like I'm Kevin Gates
Tryna sell a case I ain't selling gains
Yeah you musta gone mad because I'm pressing weights
Like to say wouldn't sell again, yeah
