How It Goes

Keeping Shit in heavy motion round here, slow motion

Every move intentional

Every message subliminal

Just stole Daniella from her dude, guess I'm a criminal

Headed back from Padre with a sack, how we gone get it through

God was looking so that's that, yeah, he my Nigga too

Half the time I can't explain how I'm thinking but it's critical

If it ain't about revenue, nigga it's about residuals

Trying to reminisce over shit I really did not what I was fixing to

My first born gone be spoiled rotten a couple mill will do

Oo yeah,

Sit and breath