October

No new numbers in my cellphone
Light a cigarette and I’m real gone
Never been fake ima real one
Always keep it G but no gun
Doing my thing feeling chosen
Got my team with me and we rolling
Backwood smoke with a faygo
La nights gotta let go

Lord give me strength I’m on
Gotta keep going won’t stop
Busy don’t call me on my phone
Baby don’t worry bout the cost
Burkin bags and Louis V I buy it off the Rip
Biting on her lip

Life been like a rollercoaster
Gotta be patient I told her
New whip want a Range Rover
When I’m the booth then it’s over
Got me feeling rich likе I’m hova
Got me feeling bright like a Nova
Leavеs falling like its mid October

And I do this shit sober