Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast
Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast
Music high, lights low, cup full, smoke go
Yeah I’m leanin, but I ain’t feel yet
I heard the people’s watching, but I ain’t went to jail yet
I’m tryina get it like I never did, call the auction, place a hunned million dollar bid
Bill gates and Donald trump now who a nigga is
I don’t knock no more, they just let a nigga in
My gps set to that promise land, stay focused I promise man
Look back, I ain’t promised and I got a master plan, that’s a plan to win
Hater then, they gonn hate again, problem with me, better say it then
If not, then shut the fuck up
While I’m
Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast
Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast
Too much on my mind, ain’t got too much time
Won’t catch me going broke, specially for on hoe
Street shit all I know, can’t put trust in no bitch
Wasting it’s pimp c, I miss that ugk shit
I might not usually say shit, I mind my own bindess
Got my own money, fuck my own bitches
Feed my own stomach, take care my own children
Long as I keep hustling, in this…
Can’t keep my hands clean, still got my dirty ways
My head fuck that thang so much about my dirty days
I’m at a certain age, where I can’t make mistakes
Can’t end up locked up in no cage, where ain’t no escape
I gotta find a plan, I gotta find a way, I’m just contemplating
Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast
Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast
