Lord, how it comes is how it goes, You don't need to chase my ghost anymore, Ghosts in those cuts I used to see Are the cuts that you would see in me So how it comes is how it goes Kinda seems a cruel joke, We don't need to be our fools no more I saved you now you save me You needed to leave, But I can't blame you for anything Girls, some girls are talking mad, About things and lives and love they never had, But you, you should run free And be the one you were always going to be... (Chorus)

Gas prices low I'm cruising, ten speed Stuck inside the city like its quarantine Dreaming that I woke up in a Bentley Pull up on my n***** in a renty A pain relief she said my lyrics hit like morphine My dawg he cant put down that cup He sippin codeine He been trippin out, ain't been getting no sleep Had to wake him up We bout getting trophies (Yea yea) So I'm going harder for my family and my parents My cousin cant get no more jobs cause he a felon I'd do the same if I get caught, bitch ain't no telling They ask you questions bout that street shit Just don't tell em Flow so wavy, ocean Light a spliffy up, I'm floating I've been getting better, they ain't notice I work in silence, they just gave me a motive Like a street sweeper, clean em up and leave em squeaky Said she don't need me, I told her I don't need her either But when she throw me pussy, I be playing goalie/keeper I know my role, she get to going and I be wide receiving And she been looking in my eyes, now she say she believe me I've been seeing red lights, I never seen a green one I gotta get my head right, I'm changing my demeanor I gotta get my bread right, I'm dropping T.O Season Now I'm on streak I'm dropping hit right after hit They cant compete with me And I know how the bottom feel So Imma take the lead Yea we staying at the top Ain't no facing me Imma be discrete, when I get some bands Imma ball for my n***** that ain't get a chance And Imma make a song for the streets I did this for my mans And I been chasing all my dreams I did the running man Gas prices low I'm cruising ten speed Stuck inside the city like its quarantine Dreaming that I woke up in a Bentley Pull up on my n***** in a renty A pain relief she said my lyrics hit like morphine My dawg he cant put down that cup He sippin codeine He been trippin out, ain't been getting no sleep Had to wake him up We bout getting trophies (Yea yea)