Breakfast Santana, DJ Striver

I ain't in no rush, time's like a bill
I ain't cashing out, I need a better deal
All I wanna do is smoke, eat, chill
All I wanna do is smoke, eat, chill
Looking for a thrill gripping on my wheel
I only want the real gimme something I can feel
All I wanna do is smoke, eat, chill
All I wanna do is smoke, eat, chill

I'm about my own can't nobody own me
Couldn't tell me bout no money 'less you planned a way to eat
I ain't bout to flex a damn thing that shit look hella weak
You compare and try to beef stop and stare you can't compete
Damn n***a do your thing cuz you know I'm doing mine
Fuck the past matter fact I might hit it from behind
One time for your mind while my head in the cloud smoking loud
Turn the volume down heard the choppers make a sound
I must be higher than a bitch, I ain't worried about shit
Back when I was seventeen I used to cut up on my wrist
Now the only thing I think about is suicide doors
On a Model X roll up on my ex with a rose how it go
Dinner on me all Breakfast netflix I might put the pussy on her necklace
Talking reckless moaning til we restless
Best medication for depression I'm guessing