Wait, what they say now
They said you was lame
Don't listen to none of that bullshit
Trust things gone change
Got these niggas shook
Look at the risk that I took
This is not a game
It's bigger than that
Go and make a rack
Then flip that
Show they ass, yep, I done overcame
Whatever the f*ck my heart desire
My nigga just listen to this beat that I produced
This shit is so fire
Could probably burn out your back tire
And it's gone be a Goodyear
Drop top automobile
Getting BMW's, engine V12
Shit, my mind racing
In the room all day just writing, pacing
Gotta tell myself just be patient
Gotta tell myself just keep chasing
It's gone all work out but ain't no waiting
Affirmative, no negative
I ain't got time, ain't no debating
Problem coming your way
I'mma just roll up and just keep facing
Man f*ck racists
Stay at home and relax
And if you looking for a friend
Trust that I got your back
Who got the sack (Money)
Real money lies where your passion at
But be cool you'll find it
And once you do
You can say to God
Thank you kindly
Tony Hawk we just all grinding
Having fun like life is timeless
As a matter fact
I'm tired of rhyming
But I just do it like Nike
Hitting shit out the park
When a fastball coming your way
Take that shit head on
Don't duck and run
Afterward you can walk it off
And that shit'll probably
Equal a home run
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Wait, what they say now
They said you was lame
Don't listen to none of that bullshit
Trust things gone change
Got these niggas shook
Look at the risk that I took
This is not a game
It's bigger than that
Go and make a rack
Then flip that
Show they ass, yep, I done overcame
Whatever the f*ck my heart desire
My nigga just listen to this beat that I produced
This shit is so fire
Could probably burn out your back tire
And it's gone be a Goodyear
Drop top automobile
Getting BMW's, engine V12
Shit, my mind racing
In the room all day just writing, pacing
Gotta tell myself just be patient
Gotta tell myself just keep chasing
It's gone all work out but ain't no waiting
Affirmative, no negative
I ain't got time, ain't no debating
Problem coming your way
I'mma just roll up and just keep facing
Man f*ck racists
Stay at home and relax
And if you looking for a friend
Trust that I got your back
Who got the sack (Money)
Real money lies where your passion at
But be cool you'll find it
And once you do
You can say to God
Thank you kindly
Tony Hawk we just all grinding
Having fun like life is timeless
As a matter fact
I'm tired of rhyming
But I just do it like Nike
Hitting shit out the park
When a fastball coming your way
Take that shit head on
Don't duck and run
Afterward you can walk it off
And that shit'll probably
Equal a home run
They said you was lame
Don't listen to none of that bullshit
Trust things gone change
Got these niggas shook
Look at the risk that I took
This is not a game
It's bigger than that
Go and make a rack
Then flip that
Show they ass, yep, I done overcame
Whatever the f*ck my heart desire
My nigga just listen to this beat that I produced
This shit is so fire
Could probably burn out your back tire
And it's gone be a Goodyear
Drop top automobile
Getting BMW's, engine V12
Shit, my mind racing
In the room all day just writing, pacing
Gotta tell myself just be patient
Gotta tell myself just keep chasing
It's gone all work out but ain't no waiting
Affirmative, no negative
I ain't got time, ain't no debating
Problem coming your way
I'mma just roll up and just keep facing
Man f*ck racists
Stay at home and relax
And if you looking for a friend
Trust that I got your back
Who got the sack (Money)
Real money lies where your passion at
But be cool you'll find it
And once you do
You can say to God
Thank you kindly
Tony Hawk we just all grinding
Having fun like life is timeless
As a matter fact
I'm tired of rhyming
But I just do it like Nike
Hitting shit out the park
When a fastball coming your way
Take that shit head on
Don't duck and run
Afterward you can walk it off
And that shit'll probably
Equal a home run
Writer: Lloynard Luckett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid