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Only Child Video (MV)




Performed By: IAMIV
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: John Gilliam IV




IAMIV - Only Child Lyrics




Y'all boys been counting me out
I'm counting my rings
I'm counting my chips
Shout out to City
Shout out to Dai
To all of my bloods
And all of my crips
To all of my Games
And all of my Nips
Stay on the grind
We finna be rich
That's on my daughter
So know its legit
Prayers to my God
I know he forgives

No more playing Middle child
From now I'm the only child, its been awhile
Big boy made another 3k, welcome in to Idlewild
Ms Jackson imma out caster
Your son is a little outlandish
Below average and no standards
But I practice, to rhyme slow, and I rhyme faster
I slow it up and switch it up, I blow it up, I gas it up, I'm rolling up with no brakes
I know what's up when I;m showing up
If your Gardens cut you ain't worried bout snakes
I paid the price to pay attention
I just paved the way to make a living
I ain't ashamed of none of my conditions
If i write it best believe i lived it
I've been...
All in my bag, gimme the loot
Pray to my God, give em the boot
Gimme the ball, you know I'm gone shoot
Straight from the league, best from the west
I'm shooting from 3, you think that I'm Steph
Pay me in beats, or pay me respect

Just cause you popping don't mean that you nice
I'm rolling they heads, I'm rolling the dice
I see ya career filled up with hits
I give it a year before it's on ice

I'm in the lab cooking up heat
One of my jabs will put you to sleep
I'll give em the hook
You won't hear a peep
I know that you shook don't give me a feat

Y'all boys been counting me out
I'm counting my rings
I'm counting my chips
Shout out to City
Shout out to Dai
To all of my bloods
And all of my crips
To all of my Games
And all of my Nips
Stay on the grind
We finna be rich
That's on my daughter
So know its legit
Prayers to my God
I know he forgives

If just being you is not enough
How we know you gone keep it real?
Hating running up in ya blood
I guarantee I know just what you fear

Jealousy gone leave you on a crutch
But I don't care how it makes you feel
Pour some Henny out that's from my cup
Living Life for those who never will

I don't need a deal my squad got my back
I don't need them pills I'm spitting this crack
Whats realer than this you ain't bigger than rap
I Rep for the 9 put it all on the map
I'm pressing the lines you sniffing the lines
I see all the lies buried in trap
They living in pride but that get you killed
Love is the same if you living with rats
I know where your at, I know how to find ya
(I know how to find ya)
Days that I promised
The face of my momma
My faith in alignment
I paced my assignments
Ya boy steady grinding
I'mma reach millions
I'mma make commas
I'mma save children
I'mma plant knowledge
Imma be big, I'mma be pac
Even when im dead, legacy never dying

If just being you is not enough
How we know you gone keep it real?
Hating running up in ya blood
I guarantee I know just what you fear

Jealousy gone leave you on a crutch
But I don't care how it makes you feel
Pour some Henny out that's from my cup
Living Life for those who never will
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Y'all boys been counting me out
I'm counting my rings
I'm counting my chips
Shout out to City
Shout out to Dai
To all of my bloods
And all of my crips
To all of my Games
And all of my Nips
Stay on the grind
We finna be rich
That's on my daughter
So know its legit
Prayers to my God
I know he forgives

No more playing Middle child
From now I'm the only child, its been awhile
Big boy made another 3k, welcome in to Idlewild
Ms Jackson imma out caster
Your son is a little outlandish
Below average and no standards
But I practice, to rhyme slow, and I rhyme faster
I slow it up and switch it up, I blow it up, I gas it up, I'm rolling up with no brakes
I know what's up when I;m showing up
If your Gardens cut you ain't worried bout snakes
I paid the price to pay attention
I just paved the way to make a living
I ain't ashamed of none of my conditions
If i write it best believe i lived it
I've been...
All in my bag, gimme the loot
Pray to my God, give em the boot
Gimme the ball, you know I'm gone shoot
Straight from the league, best from the west
I'm shooting from 3, you think that I'm Steph
Pay me in beats, or pay me respect

Just cause you popping don't mean that you nice
I'm rolling they heads, I'm rolling the dice
I see ya career filled up with hits
I give it a year before it's on ice

I'm in the lab cooking up heat
One of my jabs will put you to sleep
I'll give em the hook
You won't hear a peep
I know that you shook don't give me a feat

Y'all boys been counting me out
I'm counting my rings
I'm counting my chips
Shout out to City
Shout out to Dai
To all of my bloods
And all of my crips
To all of my Games
And all of my Nips
Stay on the grind
We finna be rich
That's on my daughter
So know its legit
Prayers to my God
I know he forgives

If just being you is not enough
How we know you gone keep it real?
Hating running up in ya blood
I guarantee I know just what you fear

Jealousy gone leave you on a crutch
But I don't care how it makes you feel
Pour some Henny out that's from my cup
Living Life for those who never will

I don't need a deal my squad got my back
I don't need them pills I'm spitting this crack
Whats realer than this you ain't bigger than rap
I Rep for the 9 put it all on the map
I'm pressing the lines you sniffing the lines
I see all the lies buried in trap
They living in pride but that get you killed
Love is the same if you living with rats
I know where your at, I know how to find ya
(I know how to find ya)
Days that I promised
The face of my momma
My faith in alignment
I paced my assignments
Ya boy steady grinding
I'mma reach millions
I'mma make commas
I'mma save children
I'mma plant knowledge
Imma be big, I'mma be pac
Even when im dead, legacy never dying

If just being you is not enough
How we know you gone keep it real?
Hating running up in ya blood
I guarantee I know just what you fear

Jealousy gone leave you on a crutch
But I don't care how it makes you feel
Pour some Henny out that's from my cup
Living Life for those who never will
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Writer: John Gilliam IV
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