Silly

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Ayy, we just gon' some have fun this time 'round here, Trey (X.O.) Look [Verse 1] I graduated from the school of the hard knocks All B's—bossed up, bank roll, bad bitch, balling Them dope boys I idolized back then, is all fiends Ironic, they used to school me, never get high on your own supply They used to tell me, "Watch them laws, you know them 4s connive" But they never said that shit you chase could bring your own demise But fuck it, I'm still buyin' gold, puttin' stones around it Chop a top, I chrome the tires, drivin', gettin' dome inside it And it's still fuck haters, bet not come on this side If they ain't puttin' shit up on the 'Gram, we puttin' you on the grind I'm on it now, this shit ain't just for me, I need my bros to shine Built this from the ground, I swear we'll never let a ho divide Boy 'cause I don't owe ya, play her like controllers 'Cause I never met a bitch without no motherfuckin' motive We gon' count it 'til we can't, then we gon' double up the quota Self-made, Forever Trill, until it's over, real talk My only goal 'til I die, right now is fill vaults Get my daughter straight, have her somewhere in the hills off I peel off, drinkin' on some shit they say could kill cost Really from the slums, I swear sometimes this shit could feel false (Tihs) Figga nigga, did I do it with a deal? Nah Black owned bitch, y'all could let them crackers pimp y'all But me, I'ma die a legend, yeah, I've never been (Silly) Damn [Interlude] It's ups and downs (Ups and down), highs and lows (Highs and lows) Smiles and frowns (Smiles and frowns), that's all I know (Damn) You up, they 'round (You up, they 'round), down it goes (Down it goes) That's just how it goes (That's just how it goes), come and goes (Come and goes) [Verse 2] Yeah, I never understand how Niggas cool just livin' off another man You tell him no once, he plottin' on other plans Helped his ass for years and now he want you stretched like rubber bands They ain't real Or how we stay in relationships that's lackin' passion Smilin' in pictures knowin' damn well your ass ain't happy "#Goals" your caption Your fears that you come with baggage That you won't find another man out here to help you pack it So you comfortable and stagnant Bein' alone hurts, we gotta find yourself Get out here and soul search, your best friends is no worth And she stoppin' your revenue, never satisfied Daddy, what you better do You can't focus 'cause that ain't your queen, if she don't better you I'm just tellin' the truths But you ain't gotta listen to Pro' words You head to the Bible, I think it's in Proverbs, haha