I Suppose - Nappy Roots, Lando Ameen

Gettin' money wasn’t peaceful

Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)

Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite

Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don’t get old

Rings on CD’s in the sun hot I’m shinning, like lightning

Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose

New gods sporting on my shit so righteous

Cocaina flow I get you off through the sinus

I ain’t got no beef I leave that shit all behind us

I suppose, I suppose

I’m In a Honda Accord

One of the boys

Thinking life can be enjoyed

By the same things that annoy you

Now we mix more cannabinoids in our florals

Women be like dam Fishscales' you just so cordial

I grew up in the sticks with the outhouses

Big pastures out back

Somehow we still found crack

Never did know I was Po until they told me

Then I start looking round like got dam this country owes me

Bad liver, from years of corn liquor

You want to stop but it don’t fit ya

The only reason half of any of us hang, is cause we all struggle

Don’t get caught on the trestle

That shit’ll crush you

And get ya money

Cause they dying to come arrest you

Gettin' money wasn’t peaceful

Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)

Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite

Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don’t get old

Rings on CD’s in the sun hot I’m shinning, like lightning

Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose

Yesterday was pay day, and I just got the rent paid

Livin' my life in the best way, fuck what y’all niccas think

I’m thankful, nah better yet I’m grateful, that I can afford the shit I pay for

You niccas ain’t on my radar

I’m grinding for what I pray for

Family is what I’ll slay for

Come test me now, I’m comin' up from the basement door, so brace for more

Niccas is out here, with hate galore

I’m just tryin to get the paper, score

Another lick, you think we think we slick

Then wait until the neighbors snore

3 in the morning, grinding, money on my minding

My own business driving from Florida up to Wisconsin

Grown man shit, pistol in his hand like Charles Bronson

Shout out to action, and all the shows that he got poppin'

Until the wheels falls, failure is not an option

Gettin' money wasn’t peaceful

Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry)

Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite

Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don’t get old

Rings on CD’s in the sun hot I’m shinning, like lightning

Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose

I suppose

Front porch, cold beer, future looking so clear

Oh dear, set the tone and elevate, folk-lift

Moving different now a day, maxing out a power play

Only time I’m boxed in is gripping wood in Chevrolet

Off white, Chevy Chase, bend a comer foggy morning

(Ugh)… platinum cookie salad that’s a sweet aroma

Country girl in sexy panties stirring macaroni

Living life in ways to multiply special moments

Rising above it… smoking in public

Tequila in buckets… money the subject

Thankful and grateful, behavior on some country boy

Praying everyday I see is filled with joy… ugh

I suppose