Mission Lyrics

Back on a mission I'm

Back on the bricks but I

Expected this shit this path of success it get distant I know

Go get them numbers up before I sell out some shit there I go

Glock twenty-two got a whole clip that I can empty

I hope I ain't got to force my hand

Moment I knew I was grown I jumped off the porch and ran

I carry shit on my own who knew it of course I can

This shit illegal I'm doing but it endorsed the plan

So we can make it out

Me I'm always the type to go take the risk not the safer route

Post in outback eating blooming onions they steaking out

Then left my pop crib and aunt Kya still let me play the couch

Ain't home but it still made a house

Got money and made it my spouse

I'm grateful for it all that shit made me who I am

I lost some paper through it all but shit I still make it expand

I roll some vapors in a raw then I'm a face it when I land

Breaking cake up with my dawg and I'm a swing it that's my man's

It's inevitable I'm kicking down the door empty your safe and your schedule

My face inside a mask that be the moment I'm federal

Grab some weight and get a scale you see that weed got the residue on it

Bikes with no pedals I'm on it

Bullshit I'm heavily on it

All along no chip was on my shoulder the devil was on it

Cops be on my dick they act like I done got seventy warrants

House up in the hills with all them cars call them Beverly foreigns

Soon as niggas die they all show love but that never was mourning

Keep it on that side of it ain't real that shit definitely corny

Steak forty-eight I'm stuffing my plate and it's heavily garnished

Slow motion today I bet tomorrow be a hell of a morning

Never sleep got apnea that's facts because I never was snoring

Punching in the clock until the clock be tired

Them bullets hot I call them brakes because they stopping tires

They bending doors they flipping hoods and then they locking wires

Soon as I drop see Apple Music say the stocks got higher

Soon as I rocked out by myself I seen my guap get higher

Early Bird EB that be the set until the stop the choir

My bitch the baddest she carry shit but she is not Mariah

Jump in the mix for that chicken like pots of jambalaya

It's cool don't watch all of my moves

While you pressing for something better your blessing on snooze

Smooth as ice but I'm giving out smoke like summer BBQ's

I win it all and I can't lose bitch I'm good

I got a story tell all not just the news that was good