LTFBTC Intro by Maxi Zee Lyrics
Let the flower break the concrete
I got the munchies
Fed up with some bullshit that I’m getting chunky
Rumbling with the monkeys
In a city full of junkies
Catching those money~ checks on a monthly~
But still a nigga hungry~
And still In need of Money~
Guess that's why I'm never comfy
Stuck in the mud with the hustle like I'm Dundee
Check
I spin my own webs to catch my own fate
I hit my own dabs in various dope ways
I ride my own waves and I even got my bags packed
I'm throwing bricks onto the walls of the fat cats
Nigga pass that
Money mula - cash back
Gotta stack, that and that's facts that
Yeah
And that's facts that
Lost my sense of timing like a nigga jet lagged
But let me elevate
My mind's so fresh I'm leaving suckers impressed in a special way
I got, I got, I got
So much to strain out~
I got so much shit, to grip and lay down
Uh
All I want is bitches
Big booty bitches
Thats the shit I used to write to santa on my wish list
Missfit loyal to money, loyal to business
Savage lading backflips in this ocean like a bigfish
Gotta catch color cause a nigga bout to gray out
I live alone and thats alot of weight now
I got the flow but need my concept laid out
Before I'm laid out, laid out, Laid-I
Still not seen no life vest for drowning in bills
And momma wouldn't like that my allowance is killed
I'm so chilled, I'm too chilled
Living off the cuff till my shit is getting real
Somehow it is less bout who you is and more bout who you know
And less bout what you spit and more bout how you flow
You're acting like you're rich but struggling on the low
Revenue is bliss be careful on how you blow
I'm letting niggas know
I'm cracking up the concrete one time to let the flower grow
I'm drafting up lines like shakespeare when on the go
My phone is full of notes that nigga would tell in poems
I'm sure he must had sparked up some weed
Like me as I speak
Lighting up the parks with the team
Man I got so many parts to release
Till they exhibit my instagram in your art galleries ay
I got the munchies
Fed up with some bullshit that I’m getting chunky
Rumbling with the monkeys
In a city full of junkies
Catching those money~ checks on a monthly~
But still a nigga hungry~
And still In need of Money~
Guess that's why I'm never comfy
Stuck in the mud with the hustle like I'm Dundee
Check
I spin my own webs to catch my own fate
I hit my own dabs in various dope ways
I ride my own waves and I even got my bags packed
I'm throwing bricks onto the walls of the fat cats
Nigga pass that
Money mula - cash back
Gotta stack, that and that's facts that
Yeah
And that's facts that
Lost my sense of timing like a nigga jet lagged
But let me elevate
My mind's so fresh I'm leaving suckers impressed in a special way
I got, I got, I got
So much to strain out~
I got so much shit, to grip and lay down
Uh
All I want is bitches
Big booty bitches
Thats the shit I used to write to santa on my wish list
Missfit loyal to money, loyal to business
Savage lading backflips in this ocean like a bigfish
Gotta catch color cause a nigga bout to gray out
I live alone and thats alot of weight now
I got the flow but need my concept laid out
Before I'm laid out, laid out, Laid-I
Still not seen no life vest for drowning in bills
And momma wouldn't like that my allowance is killed
I'm so chilled, I'm too chilled
Living off the cuff till my shit is getting real
Somehow it is less bout who you is and more bout who you know
And less bout what you spit and more bout how you flow
You're acting like you're rich but struggling on the low
Revenue is bliss be careful on how you blow
I'm letting niggas know
I'm cracking up the concrete one time to let the flower grow
I'm drafting up lines like shakespeare when on the go
My phone is full of notes that nigga would tell in poems
I'm sure he must had sparked up some weed
Like me as I speak
Lighting up the parks with the team
Man I got so many parts to release
Till they exhibit my instagram in your art galleries ay