I guess that I’m stuck in my ways
Ain’t turning the page
Na this ain’t a phase
I’m hitting a left I’m turning the right
But na I ain’t turning on waze
If I get lost
I guess it’s ok
America build me a cage
We the new slaves
To minimum wage
We begging a boss for a raise
I’m done ya the za
That shit be sprayed
My plug be blessing wit haze
Like it’s 09, like 08
I feel like it’s back in the days
Uh
I gotta telegraph it
Yeah my life a movie this shit cinimatic
Yeah the system predicted that we be adicts
Yeah we got the numbers u Gp t chattin
I’m stuck in my ways
I’m stuck in my ways
I’m missing my bae
But na I’m not missing the way she complain
Uh
I know she be right
Like half of the time