The View (feat. Logan Green)

I pulled up in the back, bitch nigga why you mad?
I was writing down the facts, you was talking out yo ass
Oh shit, Jonah went and got a bag
Then went he hopped up in jag
Nigga be making them moves
You know he be moving so fast
He never be coming in last
He never be posted with straps
He just be posted in lab

Posted with Logan
He stay on the grind
Watch how I’m switching them lanes in the ride
I put this shit on the line, now I’m just spending the time
To make me move, and I got some pride
Not covеred in jewels, I’m feeling alivе
I’m not with the fools, I got to get mine

Cause they wanted me dead when I was like 9
I find some hope, it exist in the rhyme
So let me just spit you some real ass advice
When you on mics, no you cannot think twice
Cause it be some nigga don’t want you to shine
They sit on the side and just wait on your prime
Asking for money, and not bout your mind
And all of these hoes don’t be taking the time
So I’m about getting to mine
I'll see y’all in winter
And imma be dripping in ice
Cozy flow feeling alive
And I’m finna get to mine
I'm finna be sippin' on sprite
I'm finna be gettin' this right

Imma face It never run
Momma ain’t raise no bum
Helped me be what I’ll become
Smoking straight under the sun
And under moon we do what we choose
Can’t be worried like am I gonna lose
Light up the cannabis like it’s fuse
We just keep switching the view
Wonder if I’ll make news
I refuse to follow you
Last name green
But I’m feeling kinda blue

Feeling like a chef, imma put you in a soup
Pull up to the interview, do what it do
Then I’m in the stu, cause I got to get through

They can’t show you how to spit in
A motherfuckin school
Shock like I’m Raiden
Im not Pikachu

Pull up on the scene in an all black coupe
With a speaker and a hazmat suit
Money in the bag like, ooo
Shawty got a fat ass, too
I might have to grab that, too
Banging like Baghdad do

Jonah don’t fall for trap
Imma dog got my dog
And da bitch just a gnat
She only want us cause
Cause we chasin stacks

She at my crib, and she bought a back
She only want me, cause I’m facing that

I bet you won’t remember her
I’ll give it a month

She wanna know what’s my funds
But I can’t be giving her none

So what you expect you when you did what you done

I’m on the come up, now she want my son
I swear that these hoes, man they really on some
I came in this booth, imma get this shit done
Like T-Mac, I’m on em I swear I’m the one

Imma face it never run
Momma ain't raise no bum
Helped me be what I've become
Smoking straight under the sun
And under the moon
We do what we choose
Can't be worried like 'am I gonna lose?'
Light up the cannabis like it's a fuse
We just keep switching the view
Wonder if I'll make the news
I refuse to follow you