Lyrics Concord - Fantasy Camp

Concord

Ridin' real fast in a race car
I been ridin' round in a race car
Yeah, I’m goin' fast in my race car
I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz
Ten toes down and it’s no new friends
I swear that I just don’t have the time for it
Smokin' on some grape like a concord
All black on the outside, how I’m feeling
On track, count the money up to the ceiling
Big stacks, I’ve been down bad but I’m healing
Fall back, all that clout that you been stealing
I remember bein' broke last year
Now I’m gettin' money like a cashier
I remember bein' broke last year
We ain’t goin' back, we just got a lotta cash here
I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz
Ten toes down and it’s no new friends
I swear that I just don’t have the time for it
Smokin' on some grape like a concord
New friends hit my phone up but they phony
Old friends see I blown up and they told me
Never let that money control me
I’m smokin' on the gas when I’m lonely
Old bitch hit my phone up but she schemin'
New bitch saw me glo up, now we beamin'
Now I’m on stage, fans screamin'
I ain’t ever sleep but it feel like I’m dreaming
I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz
Ten toes down and it’s no new friends
I swear that I just don’t have the time for it
Smokin' on some grape like a concord
I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz
Ten toes down and it’s no new friends
I swear that I just don’t have the time for it
Smokin' on some grape like a concord