AUGUST Lyrics

Never ever misstep no mistakes i'm big game

No pump fake i'm big play like my name was big jay

Got bands in my suitcase need hid from the da

Got hands like a glove, you got hands like a fruitcake

I'm in second but i'm tryna get to sixth speed, come wit me

We got fruit inside the cooler come and get clean, we tipsy

I said we at it but we really not no addicts, we just have it

Cus we actin up,we ain't letting up

We gettin active and i feel just like a hippy, i'm simply

Chillin wit the homies and we strictly, get busy

I said we at it but we really not no addicts,

We just have it cus we actin up,

We ain't letting up

No hearsay the beer say i'm drunk as a bitch

No faking i'm faded lemme get another hit

Yeah i'm fucked up but luck ran out chasing another bitch

And the fact of the matter is i can't keep doing this

But fuck how i feel right?

Hardest pill to swallow

So i duck cus the bills tight, in a cycle chasing dollars

I just wanna pop my collar

I just wanna shower in the money

Call me funny i'm just sluggishly recovering but

I take a left then a right then i step on some more

Use my head in the nighttime when i'm doing chores

I be using these lifelines been running up the score

Swear im bouncin off the walls and i ain't got me no door

But fuck how i feel right hardest pill to swallow

Keep on moving never stopping

Catch me stacking up my bread

See you peeping never shoppin

Get the fuck up out the shed

If you really want the fruit

You gotta pay up what i said

The life in ya eyes, could be taken away

We got YNL Jay in the whip when we spray

It's ok, we don't play, you got 9s in ya face

Hit rewind for the plays, young jaden taken names

I'm in second but i'm tryna get to sixth speed, come wit me

We got fruit inside the cooler come and get clean, we tipsy

I said we at it but we really not no addicts, we just have it

Cus we actin up, we ain't letting up

We gettin active and i feel just like a hippy, i'm simply

Chillin wit the homies and we strictly, get busy

I said we at it but we really not no addicts,

We just have it cus we actin up,

We ain't letting up

Got the clutch hit the gas and we mf moving

Never snoozing on big bag, do you think i'm fuckin stupid

I ain't stupid i'm just lucid dreaming,

Seeing all the faces on the stage

I swear i make it there one day i hope to J

27 club for me, bury me in luxury

Want golden candles on the trees

And diamonds dancin in the springs

Want rolled up green for all the G's

And big ol 40s accompanied

Maybe i could finally sleep and wake up wit no judge in me

It really be right over my own shoulder

Gotta drown it out

But all the homies make the presence lower

It ain't fighting now

So i'm thanking jesus christ that i'm a soldier

Cus life wilding out

Hopefully he bless me wit composure

When i'm flyin out

To different area codes

While i'm pouring up four

Got satan right at my door

He said he ready to take my soul

He reached behind my eyes

He told the lies that i've been told

Still they in disguise

I heard a lot of this before

Fighting back like rocky

And i'm weaving all you hoes

Know i'm happy if i'm cocky

You won't see me fuckin froze

Put the gun right on me

Guess we seeing how it goes

Yo beef like salami

Think i said that shit before