Morning Calculations E

Uh. Aye, aye. Damn. That music got me feeling fucked. When you really got a goal, you gotta stick To it. I wake up early in the morning And grab my calculator. More M's in my bank, got a ring to It. I can't trip off what you think 'cause You been a hater. I'm in the SF90, Plates Montana. Still active, run up on this coupe, then that Fan clap. I re-up, then I cop again. So don't trip, I'm 'bout to drop again. You won't get it 'less you know what you Want. I hit the blunt and then I hop In the Ghost. Get to writing my goals. All that fake shit getting exposed. You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to Get some dough. Eighty nights on the road, Ninety-something for the Rolls. Hundred-something for the platinum, and that's when I'm casual. Shh, so I ain't tripping off shit 'cause first they love you, then they hate you, Then they love you again. Uh, aye, aye, aye. And I need all hundreds. You can keep all them twenties and shit. I'm a whole 'nother beast when it come to This shit. Pulled up sipping the juice while I'm Clutching the stick. And one thing I don't do Is ask niggas for shit. I'm a grown ass man, I pass niggas and Shit. I got so much options, man, It's hard to pick. So don't check me, lil' nigga, check that bitch. Walked out the dope game, still had nine zips. Them bright lights in Las Vegas made it hard To quit. Same nigga from the block, I just happen to rap. We ain't never have a job, we was having A trap. Niggas know how I rock and niggas Know you a cat. Ship a hundred on ground and put a nav In your neck. When you cross the state lines, Man, you gotta be cool. But real talk, if they on you, then somebody Was ratting. Don't be calling my phone asking me What happened. Ever since a young nigga, I ran it up with a passion. Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye. That music me Feeling fucked. Man.