Silly - Propain

Look

I graduated from the school of the hard knocks

All B’s — bossed up, bank roll, bad bitch, balling

Them dope boys I idolized back then, is all fiends

Ironic, they used to school me never get high on your own supply

They used to tell me watch them laws, you know them 4's connive

But, ain’t never said that shit you chase could bring your own demise

But, fuck it I’m still buying gold and puttin' stones around it

Choppin' top and chrome the tires, driving and getting dome inside it

And it’s still fuck haters, better not come on inside

And they ain’t puttin shit up on the Gram

We puttin you on the grind

I’m on it now, this shit ain’t just for me I need my bros to shine

Built this from the ground I swear we’ll never let a hoe divide

Boy cause I don’t owe ya, playa like controllers cause I

Never met a bitch without no motherfuckin motive

We gon, can until we can’t then we gon double up the quota

Self-made, Forever Trill, until it’s over, real talk

My only goal till I die, right now is fill vaults

Get my daughter straight, have her somewhere in the hills off

I peel off, drinking on some shit they say could kill cause

Really from the slums, I swear sometimes this shit could feel false

Figga nigga, did I do it with a deal, naw

Black owned bitch, y’all could let them crackers pimp y’all

But me, imma die a legend, I never been

It’s ups and downs, highs and lows

Smiles and frowns, that’s all I know

You up they around, down it goes

That’s just how it goes, come and goes

Yeah, I never understand how

Niggas cool just livin off another man

You tell em no once he plottin another plan

Helped his ass for years

And now he want you stretched like rubber bands

They ain’t real

Or how we stay in relationships just lackin passion

Smiling in pictures knowing damn well your ass ain’t happy

#Goals your caption

Your fears that you come with baggage

That you won’t find another man out here to help you pack it

So you comfortable and stagnant

Being alone hurts, you gotta find yourself

Get out here and soul search, your best friends is not working

She stoppin your revenue, never satisfied

Daddy what you better do

You can’t focus cause that ain’t your queen, that she want better you

I’m just tellin truths

But you ain’t gotta listen to Pro words