Gone With the Wind - Dotty, Charlie Rose

Them man there making cake I need a piece of that

But I ain’t tryna make no money less I want my own in fact

In fact being selfless is what held me back

Cos all the selfish niggas that I know they gotta the maddest stack

But they ain’t got no loyalty or friends

Paranoia’s made them keep their tints up in the ends

Their tryna blendin'

And not be seen by the ones years back they called their team

Cos when that fake love you show dries up they all want your cream

I’m tryna cram so much shit into my 24

I’ve seen black boys making moves on old bashers at 24

Now I need a mic back then I needed 28 grams times 9 on both sides

Need the nitty’s now I need the fans

I Wrote some trap on the way to mummy Mo’s

It’s crazy how I call her mummy and still shot her stones

But she ain’t my mum though

But that don’t justify the situation she’s someone’s mum

But I really need to make my papers

I don’t shot green no more but when I did I sold acres

I can still get the dirt cheap I got a hella flavours

I’ve done sold almost every drug I’ve gone through hella phases

Switched up my cars like trainers I had some jealous neighbours

I was 19 in a car worth more than all their savings

A young fly boy stunting gimme my fucking ratings

I’m on route to my words me in the gold mine

No nerves when it’s show time

Where’s the mic shit it’s go time

CHARLIE ROSE:

I been gone money like the sun

On my, I been gone all my life I’m gone

I could be under your skin

I used to hold onto things

And now those somethings are nothing

I let that go with the wind

DOTTY:

You say you love me that could be just words

It could be the perks if you ain’t see me at my worst

Then I can’t trust to put you first

I’m tryna stack it like my Daughters Lego

Brick on top of brick on some construction levels

Split it with the team we get it unassembled

Peddling these pebbles til the chain bust

We built this on our own man can’t say other niggas made us

Like why the fuck you think we so tight?

This shit been planned the whole time

From doing sex on the mini disc with rave kid

Talking grown shit at young ages

My nigga 17 he had to pay the pages

Doing grown shit at young ages

What you talkin' about?

When they know about no handouts and favours

Only living life now I’ve been driven

In bros car listening to drives from the zipper

Boxes juggin out my nigga favour

And I’m just tryna keep up with the changing

CHARLIE ROSE:

I been gone money like the sun

On my, I been gone all my life I’m gone

I could be under your skin

I used to hold onto things

And now those somethings are nothing

I let that go with the wind