Trayce Chapman - The Winds Lyrics

Pass that weed I got to light one
When you up the danger might come
All these hoes I never wife one
My situation is a tight one
I been treading waters no boat
Show you to how to cope with no hope
Contraband I never sold coke
Label threw the deal said nope
Anyway I'm on brand new wave
Brand new whip like creme brûlée
Radio dont play me no way
Black ball me but thats ok
Big T chap aint giving no slack
Whip look like that seminole pack
Don't get mad just get in your bag
Brand new bape my studio swag
Giving no fuck live way too fast
Been that boy just call my dad
Times get hard but im way too rad
Live right now cuz I hate my past
Lonely stoner the kid t chap
Way too gone and I might relapse when the rain get done then I might be back but until That time

OG killer in the wind
Go from buick to a benz
Probably I'll be on a plane
Look at what a nigga did
All because of how I think
I can show you how to live
All because of how I rode
Labels prolly finna bid
Know you hate me on the road
Know you hate me in the wind
But probably I'll be in the wind

Business meetings at Bellagio
I'm just thinking how far I came
We be eating like mob niggas
Got gold mine like lotto came
Seen rain storms in the forecast felt better bout that no cap
When the tape drop and the ball rolls yall better not post no stats
Inuyasha I keep that blade
I can't hide from the life I made
I can't fathom the way you paid
Run this shit boy stay in your lane
One of my tape like 2 of your things
This that shit that get in your vein
Take my spot lil nigga no way
I'm too wavy I make new waves
Oh baby the boy too great
Treat studio like one of my baes
Back to the hood then I'm back ok
I can't fuck on any old thing
My dick gold like one of my chains
I been told it run it my veins
This that drip like gunna would say
Anyway I'm trying to have a good day

OG Killer in the wind
Go from buick to a benz
Probably I'll be on a plane
Look at what a nigga did
All because of how I think
I can show you how to live
All because of how I rode
Labels prolly finna bid
Know you hate me on the road
Know you hate me in the wind
But probably I'll be in the wind