Glide

Dont tell me what the **** to do
Im not into the life you chose
Im followin what the greatest do
Ive got nothin left to prove
Dont tell me what the *** * to do
Im not into the life you chose
Im followin what the greatest do
Ive got nothin left to prove
Let me ride in the night time
Let me shine when I want to
Let me take two more shots
Then maybe Ill talk to, you
I dont really go out much, queen
I dont really think doubts a, thing
Drama go up then I go, away
Talk down never see my, face
If a friend change up, never was one
If I hit your line no plus one
If she pay me gotta be a hunnid
Talkin bout a hit song I want one
Want 2, want 3, want 10
They see me out like damn
I came up showin love
Now I dont see it back
Its cool though, got no kudos
No dope, got mine from pluto
I kick my vice, I lose those
I aim for Mars no Bruno
Dont tell me what the **** to do
Im not into the life you chose
Im followin what the greatest do
Ive got nothin left to prove
I got my baby waitin somewhere in the 209
I got a pistol with some bullets if you **** with mine
I got no hatred in my system why you got to lie
Everybody love to talk, nobody love to work
**** all them weirdo guys
I, got my weed and company, I dont like to see police
I cannot be what you want, all I want to be is me
So take that shit to the bank and laugh withit
Its set in stone like an affidavit
I get sick by practicin
My dream come true, my dream come true
By goin hard when I do
Everything, my life has molded into all this proof, proof
So call my mom, you can ask
Why I want you oh so bad
Why you call me when Im sad, its hard to call you back
Dont tell me what the **** to do
Im not into the life you chose
Im followin what the greatest do
Ive got nothin left to prove