Laps Around The Sun lyrics

[Verse 1: Bub Rock]
Yeah
Game fickle my mind say "n*ggas ain't in the same lane with you"
Gotta make change to make change when you ain't making it, it make an issue
Make it make sense, decisions I made bent
Boss move like the suede on a pimp
Shoes off like I'm paying the rent
Too sauced I'm Durag off drenched with some old sh*t on
The new sh*t is done, before I catch up to my work my son's son will have a son
Hundred laps around the sun
Rock season has begun and they continue too
This is gold trophy rap, we just in a winning mood
Look, I was down bad, counted out, sh*tted on
Now they showing fake love when my sh*t is on
The crazy part is they won't even understand it 'till I'm gone
It's no cheat codes gotta be 50 get through the storm
And that's why I been on these songs
Hoping that if I right what I write, I could rid my wrongs
Ain't nobody put me on n*gga kiss the ring of the dons

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Uh
Only thing I wanna hear you say is that you got some money for me
If not that sh*t cheap talk my time costly
I copped a hundred at 8 sold it by 9:40
I grind charge you twenty points more than what it cost me
I need that dope color four door Porsche V
Pretty b*tch ass on the soft seat
I'm focused on collecting math out to make sure that we all eat
You frauds spittin' poorly, what's a shark too a corgi?
A crystal lake camp of the Voorhees
Know b*tches that'll f*ck you to sleep and go and copy your door keys
Have n*ggas runnin' all through the stash in your laundry
We young, black, intelligent and ornery
Live from from the razors edge evil deeds for bread been a part of that
They said don't love money too much, you'll catch a heart attack
You ain't no competition n*gga you still where you started at
I lapped you three times it feel like I been to mars and back
Your face where the target at, arson rap
Tie the belt around your bicep to find a vein give your arm a smack
Rather be by myself before I run with a circle of squares
Me and my n*ggas all stars, sh*t I'm displaying is rare