Tried to tell y'all, but y'all didn't listen
S O B 3, yeah, one take, yeah, uh
It's a vibe, got to keep myself alive
Presi tapes for the streets, For the Record for the tribe
I'm a chill type of guy but I'll kill if you lie
That means sleeping on me 'cause you ain't giving me time
I'm just the kid that balls like he ain't got no plan B
Been having 2020 visions y'all can't see
You getting motion sickness just trying to trace me
But cross the line and there ain't no erasing
People say me rapping about the come up is getting old
Everyone that don't rock with me, y'all a steppingstone
Y'all just listen to your masters, you fetching bones
'Cause you ain't even own your masters and let alone
Any track you've ever done, we know that your team did it
Yeah, I came up out the mud, but you know I'm clean with it
This song ain't make it in the club like NoID
Rapping on them real old school hip-hop beats
People say "you win so much, you working like there's double you"
I would teach you how to be sick, but there ain't no substitute
So I keep on rising, I am never comfortable
Man, I gotta get some bread, I been making money moves
Like Bodak Yellow, I see no fellow
That is ever putting up with me, eat y'all like Jello
Y'all be knocking on my door, I open up like hello and
Then I slam it in your face, you a joke, you said no
I would never turn this into a career
Leaping up the charts every single year
Y'all are whining for a piece of my cheese, that's all I hear
Just say it like paparazzies they always near
I swear I'm never capping like a can of soda
Your green money bag, looking way small like Yoda
Man I did this solo I could've told ya
That I'm bombing out of college the day I blow-up, yeah
I mean I tried to tell y'all, I told you, I told you
Why didn't y'all listen to me, uh, I just gotta kill it
Like I always do, more coming soon
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Tried to tell y'all, but y'all didn't listen
S O B 3, yeah, one take, yeah, uh
It's a vibe, got to keep myself alive
Presi tapes for the streets, For the Record for the tribe
I'm a chill type of guy but I'll kill if you lie
That means sleeping on me 'cause you ain't giving me time
I'm just the kid that balls like he ain't got no plan B
Been having 2020 visions y'all can't see
You getting motion sickness just trying to trace me
But cross the line and there ain't no erasing
People say me rapping about the come up is getting old
Everyone that don't rock with me, y'all a steppingstone
Y'all just listen to your masters, you fetching bones
'Cause you ain't even own your masters and let alone
Any track you've ever done, we know that your team did it
Yeah, I came up out the mud, but you know I'm clean with it
This song ain't make it in the club like NoID
Rapping on them real old school hip-hop beats
People say "you win so much, you working like there's double you"
I would teach you how to be sick, but there ain't no substitute
So I keep on rising, I am never comfortable
Man, I gotta get some bread, I been making money moves
Like Bodak Yellow, I see no fellow
That is ever putting up with me, eat y'all like Jello
Y'all be knocking on my door, I open up like hello and
Then I slam it in your face, you a joke, you said no
I would never turn this into a career
Leaping up the charts every single year
Y'all are whining for a piece of my cheese, that's all I hear
Just say it like paparazzies they always near
I swear I'm never capping like a can of soda
Your green money bag, looking way small like Yoda
Man I did this solo I could've told ya
That I'm bombing out of college the day I blow-up, yeah
I mean I tried to tell y'all, I told you, I told you
Why didn't y'all listen to me, uh, I just gotta kill it
Like I always do, more coming soon
S O B 3, yeah, one take, yeah, uh
It's a vibe, got to keep myself alive
Presi tapes for the streets, For the Record for the tribe
I'm a chill type of guy but I'll kill if you lie
That means sleeping on me 'cause you ain't giving me time
I'm just the kid that balls like he ain't got no plan B
Been having 2020 visions y'all can't see
You getting motion sickness just trying to trace me
But cross the line and there ain't no erasing
People say me rapping about the come up is getting old
Everyone that don't rock with me, y'all a steppingstone
Y'all just listen to your masters, you fetching bones
'Cause you ain't even own your masters and let alone
Any track you've ever done, we know that your team did it
Yeah, I came up out the mud, but you know I'm clean with it
This song ain't make it in the club like NoID
Rapping on them real old school hip-hop beats
People say "you win so much, you working like there's double you"
I would teach you how to be sick, but there ain't no substitute
So I keep on rising, I am never comfortable
Man, I gotta get some bread, I been making money moves
Like Bodak Yellow, I see no fellow
That is ever putting up with me, eat y'all like Jello
Y'all be knocking on my door, I open up like hello and
Then I slam it in your face, you a joke, you said no
I would never turn this into a career
Leaping up the charts every single year
Y'all are whining for a piece of my cheese, that's all I hear
Just say it like paparazzies they always near
I swear I'm never capping like a can of soda
Your green money bag, looking way small like Yoda
Man I did this solo I could've told ya
That I'm bombing out of college the day I blow-up, yeah
I mean I tried to tell y'all, I told you, I told you
Why didn't y'all listen to me, uh, I just gotta kill it
Like I always do, more coming soon
Writer: Tegan Washington
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