Cribs & Lakes Lyrics

Ain't no comparin', it's one of me

No competition infront of me

Member' the things she done, done to me

End of the day, she gone' run to me

Sippin' on that "it ain't minute maid"

Can't find the time but I made a way

Wanna be great and just fly away

I be scollin' through cribs that done got a lake

Smokin' on backwoods I might do the fonto

I need me the money, I need it like pronto

Stuck to the music, I might do the rap s***

I work like a b**** cause I need it tomorrow

Sevens the label, we don't need a promo

Come to your city? We might do a show though

Walk on the track what the f*** they gone' say now

Now im the man I might change up the game now

Ain't about s***, so we never could fallout

Ain't about b******, we never could fallout

Taking these drugs, I remember the times that I made a quick buck

For my job I would callout

F***** up my mind, I miss nanny Ms. Jenkins

Only do Franklin, I don't do the Lincoln

Got up on one, yeah we get em' in pairs

Gotta see clear, so the frames gone' be rare

Don't like to brag, I got bands on my jeans

Wearin' my rent on the side of my feet

Shawty' don't trip, cause I know I got problems

Don't do no talkin' we playin' for keeps

Bumpin' my s*** while I hit from the side, while her n**** keep callin'

I watched her decline

Brey Glizzy gone' mix up that purp' codeine, we slumped now

Off of some lean he go slidin' for fun

Makin' these moves, yeah that time of the month

BDot gone' bug out he might switch the gear and s***

Off of the drugs and the za got me hearin' shit

Worried bout' nun' so it's no need to stress a b****

Sevens keep blackin' we know how to start a trend

I know some people who claim that they know me and swear that they talk to me

Mama look down and I know she be smilin' whenever I find a beat

Ion' care who infront but I know for a fact that I know who be under me

Member the times I had nun' to lose, so I son who be "sonnin" me

F*** all the b******, they was breakin' my heart

Back to the money we gotta stay focused

Rockin' designer I don't do no less, cause I remember the times all em' n***** be joking

N***** be rappin', who really got pain?

Took all the pain, then I made it a way

Now I'm just grindin' I wanna go make this s***

Might f*** around and go cop up a crib and s***

Ain't no comparin', it's one of me

No competition infront of me

Member' the things she done, done to me

End of the day, she gone' run to me

Sippin' on that "it ain't minute maid"

Can't find the time but I made a way

Wanna be great and just fly away

I be scollin' through cribs that done got a lake

Smokin' on backwoods I might do the fonto

I need me the money, I need it like pronto

Stuck to the music, I might do the rap s***

I work like a b**** cause I need it tomorrow

Sevens the label, we don't need a promo

Come to your city? We might do a show though

Walk on the track what the f*** they gone' say now

Now I'm the man I might change up the game now