On My Shit

[Intro] [Hook] I like my seat back, cup full, weed rolled, fuck school I’ve been gettin’ money, what the fuck have you been up to? Up to, up to, what the fuck have you been up to? Livin’ out my dreams, boy, what the fuck have you been up to? I like my seat back, cup full, weed rolled, fuck school I’ve been gettin’ money, what the fuck have you been up to? Up to, up to, what the fuck have you been up to? Livin’ out my dreams, boy, what the fuck have you been up to? I like my seat back, cup full, weed rolled, fuck school I’ve been gettin’ money, what the fuck have you been up to? Up to, up to, what the fuck have you been up to? Livin’ out my dreams, boy, what the fuck have you been up to? [Verse 1] What I’m up to? Workin’ hard - anybody askin’, I’m on my job Late-night lab then a late-night cab – 365 boy, no days off Everybody know that the boy got sweet flow Then my money get a couple more zeros We go ‘til the weed run out Look at people in my past like “see me now?” On it, supersonic, my words gonna hook ‘em on phonics I got it, that’s why I talk shit, bitch, I’m fillin’ up my wallet quick If they ever wanna come and try and copy me It’s mine, you can look at the apostrophe You whine, but then you carving out apologies Goin’ at Mac Miller, now you follow me Set the bar high, take drugs at the car drive It’s alright, a false eye - in it for the distance, par five Yeah, I’m gifted, aren't I? Ride by, pump my shit - if you hatin’, suck my dick I’mma do me, homie, watch it get me fuckin’ rich [Hook] I like my seat back, cup full, weed rolled, fuck school I’ve been gettin’ money, what the fuck have you been up to? Up to, up to, what the fuck have you been up to? Livin’ out my dreams, boy, what the fuck have you been up to? I like my seat back, cup full, weed rolled, fuck school I’ve been gettin’ money, what the fuck have you been up to? Up to, up to, what the fuck have you been up to? Livin’ out my dreams, boy, what the fuck have you been up to? [Verse 2] Ain’t nobody hit a dope flow like me The boy can speed it up like OMG Don’t claim to be tough, you can hate on me, but I’mma still get money, homie, let me be Job for you, career for me Took you lifetimes, took a couple years for me Now, I got all the people all hearin’ me They may not like it, but they listening So fresh, so clean – hose your ass to impress my team I’m a MVP, you second string, that’s why I got your girl text messaging Tryna make enough money for a pinky ring Make money, make money, it’s a simple thing Grind on, grind on, money what my mind on It’s gonna be my seat, called fives on You ain’t on what I’m on - just chillin’ here, tryna get my shine on Now the fans want a pic, no Nikon Hung over in the morning, where's the night gone? Ride by, pump my shit - if you hatin’, suck my dick I’mma do me, homie, watch it get me fuckin’ rich [Hook]