Weekend In Miami

Lyrics

[Intro: Zoe Osama] (Chinchilla Beats) Look [Chorus: Zoe Osama] Look, drugs on the table, money on the counter Bitch, I'm on my way, ho, I'll be there in a hour Eastside nigga, where I learn my manners I'm a legend in my city, bitch, I need a banner Mm, know they hate it when I'm winnin' The cold part for these niggas I'm beginnin' Screamin' out, "TNC" until I'm finished I'm from the slums, all that pain, I don't feel it [Verse 1: Zoe Osama] Nah, for real, runnin' laps for real Look Look, ayy Hold up, nigga, let me get it I done lost my breath Had to keep my cool, should've kept it to myself Niggas tried to play me, put me on the shelf Bitch, I'll up myself, ain't no fuckin' shelf I got demons and skeletons in my closet A cold case, if it ain't, then what you call it? I want the money, fuck the fame, that's where I started I'm a marksman, I think it's time to double up Got a button, press the roof and the whole ceilin' up Give a fuck how they feelin', all these niggas think they tough I'm a cold nigga, Eastside, I'll catch your bluff, ooh She said she love me, I don't really feel it Ayy, and everything that you did, bitch, I been did it A made nigga, I don't work for feelings I'll turn up all out and make another million Underrated, ooh, I swear, that's a cold feelin' If these niggas knew it and I know they feel it Lettin' these bitches hear it, I know they fear it Don't come near me, havin' guns with me [Verse 2: Seddy Hendrinx] Motivation at its finest Inspiration, I done dig deep within I had to, I had to come to realization You can't keep talkin' 'bout it, had to really walk up in your patience Cut a lot of shit off, I don't feel no pride 'bout it Cut a lot of shit off and I feel way better about it I got way more than I ever did 'Cause I stopped playin' with myself and hesitatin' You know it's heavy artillery always with me, fuck my enemies Why the fuck you keep envyin' me 'cause I ain't showin' no sympathy to you and yours? And it's your life, you know it's do or die, choose yours I say this every time, come from that bottom, ain't no I did it, I did it, but I got some more to do I got it, I got it, but I got some more to prove Timin' was everything, I bit off way more than I can chew Back then, that was back then, but now I'm on ten [Chorus: Zoe Osama] Drugs on the table, money on the counter Bitch, I'm on my way, ho, I'll be there in a hour Eastside nigga, where I learn my manners I'm a legend in my city, bitch, I need a banner Mm, know they hate it when I'm winnin' The cold part for these niggas I'm beginnin' Screamin' out, "TNC" until I'm finished I'm from the slums, all that pain, I don't feel it