Witcha

These days we don’t get along witcha
These days n***as paint the wrong picture
Back then, put some money on the song witcha
Might as well put some money on the song witcha
Verse (Mvrs)
Asthmatic
I had to catch a habit
Played my cards right, like, I was into magic
Yeah
Started from the basement
Tryn’a reach the attic
Got a king size bed but I barely use the mattress
I don’t sleep
And people made of metals
I’m rubbin' on your fabric
All that fake ass sh*t, nah we ain’t try’na have it no
And let the record show
That we was still smoking when there’s popo at the door
I know
Take off and land like it’s too easy
Pick up the fam at the four seasons
Wake up them n***as better stop sleeping
Pick up the phone, nah I let it ring on
Cause
These days we don’t get along witcha
These days n***as paint the wrong picture
Back then, put some money on the song witcha
Might as well put some money on the song witcha
Verse (Trak)
Still sliding, running up for commas
Chasing up my dream ever since I moved out mama’s
Yeah I run a team, stronger than the one you brought up
Vibing with a lean, all your progress getting caught up
Cause you know I been rolling, pushing out the fire sh*t
Yeah, you keep on going, but you ain’t getting mileage
I’m a grown man poet, but you still acting childish
You know that sh*t hopeless, cause I kill it while smiling
I kill it while smiling, you just make a scene
You just act up, hoping it gets you on a screen
I’m just doing things, stacking up my green
Hoping life gets better everyday it brings
So these days
These days we don’t get along witcha
These days n***as paint the wrong picture
Back then, put some money on the song witcha
Might as well put some money on the song witcha
Outro
Take off and land like it’s too easy
Pick up the fam at the four seasons
Wake up them n***as better stop sleeping
Pick up the phone, nah I let it ring on
Cause