Coming up in it
Think it's a game? Line up a crim it
Witty with lyrics, they acting like Whittiker
We tryna break records just like the Guinness book
Situation is critical, yea
325 I attended to, yea
Heart been cold like a Igloo
I'm just doing what Jigga do
Yea we making that audio
But we tryna be visible
Line up residuals
Find a positional
Get anything that you want it, I'm into that
Real nigga's thinking of faking a bag
Shooting my shot like I'm playing the craps
Coming from the 242 where I'm at
I don't really view opps moves, that's facts
Live from location, come in stat
Got no patience, imma ask
She hit the J, could'nt last
Race not finna swerve, let's go fast
I just want a bag
Maybe cause that's what I never had
Nigga thankful for my mama, I'm just tryna make her glad
Yea, no cap rapper
Can't about the money, ain't got it yet
No delay
Time to jet
Hope my pain's feeling kinda special
Been fly like a pterodactyl
No, I'm not surprised, it ain't nothing special
Eating chicken like popeye's
Split it up like a pot pie
She give me top like 5
I spit the fire off the top
Had to brighten up my days
I was in a dark spot
4 3 2 levitate
Best hurts when I meditate
Had to let the pain out on the track
I gotta get it, wait
Now I see
I see it coming
Workin so hard for the shit wanted
I'm f*cking the studio up when I'm on it
I'm silent but deadly recording at 2 in the morning
I'm back on the road
On the top of they toes
When I sell out the shows
I'll be turning my walls into platinum and gold
We making that audio, huh yea
But we tryna get up in your face
I knock this shit up outta place
I drop the case and win the race
The smell of money, want a taste
I've been counting out the days
Til I'm getting famous
The ice and cars are overrated
Recycled bars are getting dated
I f*ck with you if you ain't hated
On god
Hey
You gon see me on the charts
Duckie boy and me hardest
Goin further than the farthest
Gotta know just where we started
But I make a new wave like a monsoon
Looking back at the shit that I've gone through
Giving up the money, we can talk soon
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Coming up in it
Think it's a game? Line up a crim it
Witty with lyrics, they acting like Whittiker
We tryna break records just like the Guinness book
Situation is critical, yea
325 I attended to, yea
Heart been cold like a Igloo
I'm just doing what Jigga do
Yea we making that audio
But we tryna be visible
Line up residuals
Find a positional
Get anything that you want it, I'm into that
Real nigga's thinking of faking a bag
Shooting my shot like I'm playing the craps
Coming from the 242 where I'm at
I don't really view opps moves, that's facts
Live from location, come in stat
Got no patience, imma ask
She hit the J, could'nt last
Race not finna swerve, let's go fast
I just want a bag
Maybe cause that's what I never had
Nigga thankful for my mama, I'm just tryna make her glad
Yea, no cap rapper
Can't about the money, ain't got it yet
No delay
Time to jet
Hope my pain's feeling kinda special
Been fly like a pterodactyl
No, I'm not surprised, it ain't nothing special
Eating chicken like popeye's
Split it up like a pot pie
She give me top like 5
I spit the fire off the top
Had to brighten up my days
I was in a dark spot
4 3 2 levitate
Best hurts when I meditate
Had to let the pain out on the track
I gotta get it, wait
Now I see
I see it coming
Workin so hard for the shit wanted
I'm f*cking the studio up when I'm on it
I'm silent but deadly recording at 2 in the morning
I'm back on the road
On the top of they toes
When I sell out the shows
I'll be turning my walls into platinum and gold
We making that audio, huh yea
But we tryna get up in your face
I knock this shit up outta place
I drop the case and win the race
The smell of money, want a taste
I've been counting out the days
Til I'm getting famous
The ice and cars are overrated
Recycled bars are getting dated
I f*ck with you if you ain't hated
On god
Hey
You gon see me on the charts
Duckie boy and me hardest
Goin further than the farthest
Gotta know just where we started
But I make a new wave like a monsoon
Looking back at the shit that I've gone through
Giving up the money, we can talk soon
Think it's a game? Line up a crim it
Witty with lyrics, they acting like Whittiker
We tryna break records just like the Guinness book
Situation is critical, yea
325 I attended to, yea
Heart been cold like a Igloo
I'm just doing what Jigga do
Yea we making that audio
But we tryna be visible
Line up residuals
Find a positional
Get anything that you want it, I'm into that
Real nigga's thinking of faking a bag
Shooting my shot like I'm playing the craps
Coming from the 242 where I'm at
I don't really view opps moves, that's facts
Live from location, come in stat
Got no patience, imma ask
She hit the J, could'nt last
Race not finna swerve, let's go fast
I just want a bag
Maybe cause that's what I never had
Nigga thankful for my mama, I'm just tryna make her glad
Yea, no cap rapper
Can't about the money, ain't got it yet
No delay
Time to jet
Hope my pain's feeling kinda special
Been fly like a pterodactyl
No, I'm not surprised, it ain't nothing special
Eating chicken like popeye's
Split it up like a pot pie
She give me top like 5
I spit the fire off the top
Had to brighten up my days
I was in a dark spot
4 3 2 levitate
Best hurts when I meditate
Had to let the pain out on the track
I gotta get it, wait
Now I see
I see it coming
Workin so hard for the shit wanted
I'm f*cking the studio up when I'm on it
I'm silent but deadly recording at 2 in the morning
I'm back on the road
On the top of they toes
When I sell out the shows
I'll be turning my walls into platinum and gold
We making that audio, huh yea
But we tryna get up in your face
I knock this shit up outta place
I drop the case and win the race
The smell of money, want a taste
I've been counting out the days
Til I'm getting famous
The ice and cars are overrated
Recycled bars are getting dated
I f*ck with you if you ain't hated
On god
Hey
You gon see me on the charts
Duckie boy and me hardest
Goin further than the farthest
Gotta know just where we started
But I make a new wave like a monsoon
Looking back at the shit that I've gone through
Giving up the money, we can talk soon
Writer: Najee Freckleton, Nolan Nicholson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid