Pastures

[Produced by Renz Young]

[Hook]

Lord please help me I been running through the pastures
With two freaky bitches and they treat me like the pastor
All I needs a deacon rollin sweet up in a black truck
Hundred million dollars in the bank but it ain’t adding up, Adding up

[Verse 1]

Yea, I’m back I’m on shit again
Stack you can’t get a cent
And the club packed you ain’t getting in
I just been stackin’ up stackin’ up, know we gonna act it’s
An event
Throw it up act like we get assists
Love lost back with my innocence
Yea, I been at it you know it know it
Got the flow cleaner the a Rolls Royce
Broke windows when they closed doors
Couldn’t resist, told me life’s a bitch
Had to get behind her on my own accord
Talking down like they know the boy
Tried to sink the ship and went over board
Coming down thats true, true
I been on it who knew, knew
Who would doubt him
Probably who forget him
Niggas sell they soul for some new designer
I just raised the rent up made em move from round me
Chick throw it back like a new recliner
Then I send her home and let Uber drive her
I been working everyday and you know it know it
And just got two bitches down to play and they blowing Blowing;
I just hit the field and made a play, call that, flea flicking
I been living wrong hope the lord know we don’t mean sinning I just mean winning;

[Hook]

Lord please help me I been running through the pastures
With two freaky bitches and they treat me like the pastor
All I needs a deacon rollin sweet up in a black truck
Hundred million dollars in the bank but it ain’t adding up, Adding up

[Verse 2]

I just been waiting a long time to get it
I just been facing the wrong kind sentence
I’m just been out on my own now
I can’t put the phone down it’ll be the wrong time to miss it
I just been moving that day to day to day
Been living like its only one more move to make
Trynna blow you could never do the breaks
Chick outside never move the gates
Just another lie she don’t get to tell
I been living good, hater wish me well
I been on the road trynna get the mail
Moving moving trynna stack it stack it it for the moment
Bitch i wrapped her quick like i don’t know Derozan;
Might just need a jacket, you don’t see the coldest
Know it, boy i just keep it going
I just keep ignoring all the haters they still mad
Trynna get buckets the know it
They foul when I’m open i guess thats a clear path
Boys wanna harm me but i just put the home on wheels like a RV
Trynna find myself ain’t shit you can tell me
Shit that you can sell me, I been asking like

[Hook]

Lord please help me I been running through the pastures
With two freaky bitches and they treat me like the pastor
All I needs a deacon rollin sweet up in a black truck
Hundred million dollars in the bank but it ain’t adding up