Um, what, what, what, what, what, tell me what your life like
I've been writing every day, I'm trying to get the limelight
Wake up in the morning, got no choice but to get the time right
My advice, rise to shine, rise and shine, damn right
Y'all know I ain't playing right?
Pull up on this liquor store, lil homie, make a damn right
Damn right, I ain't even finished, what's the damn point?
And just to clarify, I ain't even with the shit, I'm very fine
Okay, you witnessed it with all the penmanship, I gotta get to this
You wishing like you got me on your wishing list
I'll pinch ya lips, and open up your eyes, and show you where the f*cking rhythm is
And to all these other rappers, bitch, I'm just another litmus test
Recording shit and then I roll it up and then I pinch the rest
I might as well just wear the f*ckin' crown, I think I fit the best
These niggas hella corny, man, I swear it's not my interest
My pen is venom, you better get to steppin' bitch, or steppin' back,
Ayo, how many writtens you got written, dawg?
I bet they f*cking wack!
What's wrong with these stupid motherf*ckers, what the f*ck is that?
Ayo, how you bought so many chains and you can't even bust a single rack
Would you look at that?
Some fake street niggas that could neve-
Mic check, one, two, mic check, one, two
Come on, dawg
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Um, what, what, what, what, what, tell me what your life like
I've been writing every day, I'm trying to get the limelight
Wake up in the morning, got no choice but to get the time right
My advice, rise to shine, rise and shine, damn right
Y'all know I ain't playing right?
Pull up on this liquor store, lil homie, make a damn right
Damn right, I ain't even finished, what's the damn point?
And just to clarify, I ain't even with the shit, I'm very fine
Okay, you witnessed it with all the penmanship, I gotta get to this
You wishing like you got me on your wishing list
I'll pinch ya lips, and open up your eyes, and show you where the f*cking rhythm is
And to all these other rappers, bitch, I'm just another litmus test
Recording shit and then I roll it up and then I pinch the rest
I might as well just wear the f*ckin' crown, I think I fit the best
These niggas hella corny, man, I swear it's not my interest
My pen is venom, you better get to steppin' bitch, or steppin' back,
Ayo, how many writtens you got written, dawg?
I bet they f*cking wack!
What's wrong with these stupid motherf*ckers, what the f*ck is that?
Ayo, how you bought so many chains and you can't even bust a single rack
Would you look at that?
Some fake street niggas that could neve-
Mic check, one, two, mic check, one, two
Come on, dawg
I've been writing every day, I'm trying to get the limelight
Wake up in the morning, got no choice but to get the time right
My advice, rise to shine, rise and shine, damn right
Y'all know I ain't playing right?
Pull up on this liquor store, lil homie, make a damn right
Damn right, I ain't even finished, what's the damn point?
And just to clarify, I ain't even with the shit, I'm very fine
Okay, you witnessed it with all the penmanship, I gotta get to this
You wishing like you got me on your wishing list
I'll pinch ya lips, and open up your eyes, and show you where the f*cking rhythm is
And to all these other rappers, bitch, I'm just another litmus test
Recording shit and then I roll it up and then I pinch the rest
I might as well just wear the f*ckin' crown, I think I fit the best
These niggas hella corny, man, I swear it's not my interest
My pen is venom, you better get to steppin' bitch, or steppin' back,
Ayo, how many writtens you got written, dawg?
I bet they f*cking wack!
What's wrong with these stupid motherf*ckers, what the f*ck is that?
Ayo, how you bought so many chains and you can't even bust a single rack
Would you look at that?
Some fake street niggas that could neve-
Mic check, one, two, mic check, one, two
Come on, dawg
Writer: Jolaade Adeleye
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