My New Shit

[Verse 1: Sonny Shotz] Lightweights heavy hearted in a good book Ready for whatever, better study for the weather Hope it rains, hope it pours, we've been waiting since forever Tell the teller no ones, big bills look better Pretty bitches in the booth, pretty bitches for the group Since we started from the basement and put my house up on the roof Man I'm 22 Twenty to the head and take the Henny to the whip Drive around and swerve feeling bulletproof Hope it lasts longer than the Deans List The thing is you can dropout just be a genius He is and I am This rebel got us flyin ' Ride around the cities with two biddies who've been dyin To hear my new shit, wanna hear my new shit Says she loves the old stuff, wants to be my new chick Better focus on this eye Every dollar has a spy, pyramid Pair of tits on a groupie in the skies in the skies [Hook:Alexus Lee] Kids just wanna be kids Just wanna be rich, drive fancy cars We just wanna be missed, just wanna make hits That's who we are And we're waiting at a crossroad Me, myself, my friends and I Music blasting through the window The soundtrack of our fucking lives Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives [Verse 2: The Beast] Yeah, I took my time to write this and then I looked in the mirror and said damn, that's not you that's me Thats me, that's what I'm suppose to be Then I looked back and I said [Sonny Shotz] Take notes Notice how they notice how you fall Way before you're humble even though you fuckin' ball Man life on the treadmill Nowhere fast We're just young, we're just dumb, we just don't know last And the coach is really mean and the team is finally winning And I swear I know the bench man, I missed a couple innings I don't need to play smart I don't need to play well We just need to fuckin' win Dumb it down, make a cell But the irony in that is being real, being real Ain't nothin dumb about telling niggas how you feel I feel 85 mill Independent no deal No gold in my mouth, going gold by myself All winter you've been chilling thinking spring time rules I was into forest hunting just to sharpen my moves And jeez, I think I want it all, no receipts I don't plan on giving back what these niggas give to me Hell nah Try to be the reason for the change Rolling with some people that I knew would never change Aiming for whatever They was saving for the King Kinda funny Sonny growing up just to have his ring [Hook: Alexus Lee] Kids just wanna be kids Just wanna be rich, drive fancy cars We just wanna be missed, just wanna make hits That's who we are And we're waiting at a crossroad Me, myself, my friends and I Music blasting through the window The soundtrack of our fucking lives Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack for the night Just bumpin' my new shit, my new shit, a soundtrack to our lives