Matty Means - Goin' In lyrics

Chorus: We Throwin' parties at my house we Goin' in Any substance that ya need i know a friend I Ride the track so clean, a human Benz My greatest weapon is a microphone and pen Verse 1: Say your high as hell then I pack again Look around and you feel like a camera lens Ride wit me and then your high will never end Lost some dabs so in my wallet there's a dent But then I pa-pa-push it out again Dispensary ka-ka-kush and don't pretend Your gra** is a** I heard that you still tryna vend sh**ty mids done put your business to an end Rules of life I don't follow I like to bend f**in' Asian so I gotta find my zen Hatin' lames makes me put a natural fence Blow up, then switch up to the offense Chorus: We Throwin' parties at my house we Goin' in Any substance that ya need i know a friend I Ride the track so clean, a human Benz My greatest weapon is a microphone and pen [Walkowski] Verse 2: Life never felt so real Still remember how you feel I would be rich if I had a nickel For every minute that you steal Throw em all down a well Make a wish as they fell Even if it I came true I don't think I could tell Cause I did it all by myself Never said I couldn't use help But I said I would and I did it Found them shoes that I fit in I'll say it again I ain't trippin Imma get that paper by the mil in Good luck finding a fill in You can't replace what I'm bringin You can't live the life that I'm living You can't write the words that I'm spitting I get lost in a haze tryna find what to say But it always comes out in spectacular ways Selling out tickets for flipping a phrase Still can't believe this could get me real pay Don't get it twisted I do it for praise Spent years of my life working minimum wage While I cleaned up my act now my part being played I've finally accepted the world is a stage The question becomes where we goin from here Ain't taking suggestions I'm out growing fear I'm gripping the wheel and beginning to steer My gla**es are off but my vision still clear I'm dropping the clutch as I throw it in gear The ba** in the speakers is all you can hear If I only wrote one it'd be verse of the year I'm winning the race and the finish is near Verse 3: Smokin' on the pack and it's the same one that I trap I'm the realist with the deals and I only f** with gas If smokin' on that trash then please don't ever pa** I reel in this cash i live better than that Preroll and preoll roll up to your place Don't ask for hit if you don't know the name Yeah, if you don't know the name