Drae Sativ - WRITING MY LIIFE Lyrics

Writing my life but I ain't using a paper or pen
I just keep plotting, I gotta back up on the bet
Break the law for a minute, then you gon find me in the booth again
You can try me homie, but we shooting like you came with a hoop and net
I got stripes, I can work as a ref
Niggas reaching, I'm calling a Tec
Bag it up, pull out 50 and bet
Better yet, I can call and collect
Waking up and I'm plotting, ain't nobody sorry, you know I ain't never gon rest
I'm just downing the molly, I'm just getting started, the music is telling the rest
Hand it over to me
Cause I'm smooth with the keys when I'm playing with it
Yes I'm raising the fee
Realized, I ain't none to play with
When I'm dropping my shit, no delaying it
Keep it coming, I better not say shit
But just know we not on the same shit, huh
Different pages
Writing my life but I ain't using a paper or pen
I just keep plotting, I gotta back up on the bet
Break the law for a minute, then you gon find me in the booth again
You can try me homie, but we shooting like you came with a hoop and net
Fuck what you heard, God blessing all the trapping
Go and get a dub, bring it back like where the bag at
Fuck what you heard, God blessing all the trapping
Stuck on the mud, it stress me out like I'm an addict
They don't know that I'm doubling up
Not the cup, but the price going up
I'm not throwing B's, but they feeling the buzz
And it's hard to resist when I'm keeping it up
And you niggas ain't moving, you stuck in the mud
And we just keep it moving, they not one of us
Living lavish, my pockets got hit with the mumps
Took an L man I'm throwing that bag in the dump
Got the drank when I'm up in the club
For some reason it's speeding me up
Now they know I can handle a dub
I want more cause there's never too much
Wrap it up and I'm leaving the scene
Get the money, I'm calling it off
Please don't play I got Ziggy with me
You can't run cause he's locking it off
And we got it heated, you know I can feel it
Pour me up while I'm right in the meeting
Talking numbers, I'm taking it easy
Gotta focus or you gotta beat it
Gotta be humble they might leave you leaking
Like that's what you get for not looking when creeping
Everyday it's just that kinda season
PTSD, went through war with a demon
Writing my life but I ain't using a paper or pen
I just keep plotting, I gotta back up on the bet
Break the law for a minute, then you gon find me in the booth again
You can try me homie, but we shooting like you came with a hoop and net

Writing my life but I ain't using a paper or pen
I just keep plotting, I gotta back up on the bet
Break the law for a minute, then you gon find me in the booth again
You can try me homie, but we shooting like you came with a hoop and net
I got stripes, I can work as a ref
Niggas reaching, I'm calling a Tec
Bag it up, pull out 50 and bet
Better yet, I can call and collect
Waking up and I'm plotting, ain't nobody sorry, you know I ain't never gon rest
I'm just downing the molly, I'm just getting started, the music is telling the rest
Hand it over to me
Cause I'm smooth with the keys when I'm playing with it
Yes I'm raising the fee
Realized, I ain't none to play with
When I'm dropping my shit, no delaying it
Keep it coming, I better not say shit
But just know we not on the same shit, huh
Different pages
Writing my life but I ain't using a paper or pen
I just keep plotting, I gotta back up on the bet
Break the law for a minute, then you gon find me in the booth again
You can try me homie, but we shooting like you came with a hoop and net
Fuck what you heard, God blessing all the trapping
Go and get a dub, bring it back like where the bag at
Fuck what you heard, God blessing all the trapping
Stuck on the mud, it stress me out like I'm an addict
They don't know that I'm doubling up
Not the cup, but the price going up
I'm not throwing B's, but they feeling the buzz
And it's hard to resist when I'm keeping it up
And you niggas ain't moving, you stuck in the mud
And we just keep it moving, they not one of us
Living lavish, my pockets got hit with the mumps
Took an L man I'm throwing that bag in the dump
Got the drank when I'm up in the club
For some reason it's speeding me up
Now they know I can handle a dub
I want more cause there's never too much
Wrap it up and I'm leaving the scene
Get the money, I'm calling it off
Please don't play I got Ziggy with me
You can't run cause he's locking it off
And we got it heated, you know I can feel it
Pour me up while I'm right in the meeting
Talking numbers, I'm taking it easy
Gotta focus or you gotta beat it
Gotta be humble they might leave you leaking
Like that's what you get for not looking when creeping
Everyday it's just that kinda season
PTSD, went through war with a demon
Writing my life but I ain't using a paper or pen
I just keep plotting, I gotta back up on the bet
Break the law for a minute, then you gon find me in the booth again
You can try me homie, but we shooting like you came with a hoop and net