Fanta Peach (Freestyle) Lyrics – M1llionz

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[Verse]
GMC 25 with the captain seats
Behind the tints like I feel somebody’s after me
About to drop these four lines in this Fanta Peach
Got my own fire, I don’t need a soul to pass my heat
While the sunset beams on the interstate
I’m on the way to San Fran, dreaming ’bout real estate
I know some n!ggas think I left ’em, probably feel a way
But I’ll be back to save the day once I meet this play
Pit stop in Bakersfield, need a refill
Need gas and more snacks but got weed still
Thinking ’bout how close I am, it gives me chills
Life wasn’t always lit, we had to graft
Crack smoke leaving a stench up in my plaits
Mum thinks I clocked in at college, I’m in the flats
Ten years later, it’s Fashion Week and plaques
You know the regime, Madonna tops eighteen
The picture isn’t always as perfect as it may seem
Four hours left, I’ma spark up and take heed
And manifest some money while I daydream
My driver zoned out, Three about to fall asleep
I come to realise, if it goes wrong, it’s all on me
Little bro, it cost a lot to seem as cool as me
Tris hitting, I can feel my body numbing up
Second guessing, hmm, nah, they ain’t dumb enough
Safety off this G2 and there’s one above
Praying that these kids don’t try me to the God above
Tris hitting, I can feel my body numbing
Second guessing, hmm, nah, I bought my gun in
Safety off this G, these ain’t no rubber bullets
DT with it, eating fried rice in Chinatown
I’m Tech fitted while my boy Three designer down
Waiting for the bird call to pull up and go sight some pounds
Said he got them bowls for the low and he can fly ’em out
That’s what they all say, it always works a couple times
Then the pack gets intercepted just a couple times
Then it works again and then it flops, G, I’m fu*king tired

But how can I complain? It’s the fu*king grind
With her or not, I couldn’t be a bitter baby dad
I’m too busy tryna figure routes out to Australia
Sacramento, stepping with a weapon in this baby bag
You can’t run style pon a maniac
Quagen or Tris, Pi’s cool, even green too
Gas station stops, double cups, I’ma teef two
Raspberry mix in my drink turn my teeth blue