WTW Lyrics

I don't check my phone when I wake up, it's a new day to get my cake up

Yo what's the word someone say some, i'm a young man I don't play dumb

Gotta get food on the table, got a lot of bros still struggling

Gotta get money on the table, how many m's we talking

Conversations with the money, she not offended or toxic

If I'm on the road and we on the road together the weather is tropic

They tryna treat us like fleas, I won't be another option

I gotta carry the torch, I gotta kinder the profit

Watch how I lick it and slide in, I built my image in silence

Bro got a whip he can't drive it, come from the south where it's violent

I'm in the field with a violin, that be some shit that I die with

I gotta cover the pain

Memory never the same

Never the same

Breaking down bread by the porch, still got dreams in Porsches

I know fiends, they had dreams, I don't wanna see those corpses

Baby got sadness on her face, mind if I wipe that for you

I been gone, I been away, I been out here grinding for you

I don't check my phone when I wake up, it's a new day to get my cake up

Yo what's the word someone say some, i'm a young man I don't play dumb

Gotta get food on the table, got a lot of bros still struggling

Gotta get money on the table, how many m's we talking