Ex_ahli - Wingin' It Lyrics

Started off in 20-18, I was winging it
They was dissing me
Now they try be-friending me
You got no friend in me nah
I'm your enemy
Now you tryna' work with me
You can't be like me
Why you blame the industry
You a broke, nigga
You too loud, nigga
Empty vessel mind, nigga
Why you tryna' hate on me?
You make fun of me
You jealous of the things I did
My first year you dig
I am arrogant
They fail to do it like me
They blaming the industry
I had no racks for this
I had arrogance
The words came natural
They like cannabis
2020 I'm switching up
You diss me I can a bitch
I'll dig you a grave for this
My nigga I will make you late for this
Put you to sleep and sh*t
Say good bye to your family
I am focusing
Got some money in the bank and sh*t
Need me some more and sh*t
2020 vision locking in
I don't want no beef with these n**gas they using my name to get clout and shit
They play they cards wrong now they beefing coz' I came out top right in front of them
They tryna' copy me
But I am talented, I am passionate
That's why I bop when I walk and sh*t
Executus my baby I cherish it
Yeah yeah
You left me
I was busy with my destiny
Now I'm steady making history
Ring, ring, ring
I don't answer no calls
These rappers flood messages
I am rapping, you practicing
You hating, I'm blocking it
Wish for racks, I am making it
Executus
Started off in 20-18, I was wingin' it
20-19 got the mula', I am livin' it
20-20 I am outtie skipping continents
Executus is my baby I am reppin' it
Yeah eh eh eh eh eh
Going straight up for the money no apologies,
I deserve all the fame that gon' come with it
If want it I'm gon' get it noone's stopping me
Rev all the way
To the money shit
You said we wouldn't do it for the suited guys
But you chillin' in a meeting with your suit and tie
Sellout your soul for that quick buck
You flexin like you'll ever get that shit back (Woo)
You do it coz you broke but I'm passionate
That's why I'll never trip when my streams low
They all gon trip if I'm a no show
I ain't showin out for the cash though
You got fake ice FLEX cash dawg
But that bank haunted like your passion
It been on E for a while now
You gotta lean back on your PASSION
You fell for the bandz
You signed up
Now you all sad and broke, where the cash go?
Now you sound dead in tone, where the pride go?
You ain't got cash for producers
Now you come back to praise me
They gon' make you sell your rights
Don't do it
Don't do it
The cash gon' make you cut some ties
Don't do it
Don't do it
You fell right under then pressure
You fell right into the trap life
Don't do it
Don't do it
Woo
They gon' make you sell you rights
Don't do it
Don't do it
Woo