Man, I'm feeling good. How about you?
My nigga, ima ball when I bounce through
I'm about run the game in my house shoes
He bout to run the game in house shoes
I know that niggas were hopeful
That the surgery'd leave me with no moves
Old news, old news
I'm back on my own two
Not talking phones dude
When I say that T Mobile
And homie, I ain't gonna hold you
But I ain't even supposed to be here
The doctors had me in a wheelchair
Funny how the clouds make you see clear
Get your money, won't reveal here
That's another record, keep it chill here
Don't know how to feel here
Should I rap or sing here?
I needed a couple extensions to get my paper right
& Never no honorable mention, keep my eyes on the prize
That VA water, it got something. I rep my home with pride
All the talk of competition, I just went to versailles
Just to reflect
Niggas be hollering about "yo I'm next"
They aim for my spot, but they're not a threat
I said what I said, production by Ced
Im finally back at it, yeah I caught my breath
1
1 and then the 2
2 and then the 3
3 and then the 4
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Real shit, dad said get off of your ass , that shit is tiring
Will Smith's gram said get off of your ass, that shit's inspiring.
I'm so glad I learned how to cut off my entitlement
'Cause now I can look up in the mirror and see who my idol is
And yeah, I want to stack c-notes like an octave, I'm a choir kid
Ms. Bruno would call me T-Money
Man, looking back life is so funny
But please, don't get it twisted
My life isn't "Glee", and that's word to Cory
I got enemies, but that ain't important
I cry, sweat, and bleed to tell you my story
I'm just a Georgia born, Virginia soul
California dreamin of a chick out of a centerfold
Soon to be a name you know
My dreams I almost let them go
Now I'm bout to get this bread off the fruits of my labor by leaving these dudes as vegetables
I'm Spitting like Tourette's syndrome
No filter from my brain to mouth
But I'm living on my nimbus though
I know what the life of a saiyans about
So ride the wave or take the kamehameha route
Flow be crazy ceelo green & Danger Mouse
Y'all been sleep, but I see you're awakened now
If you wanna know how I made it out
Don't forget to breathe
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Man, I'm feeling good. How about you?
My nigga, ima ball when I bounce through
I'm about run the game in my house shoes
He bout to run the game in house shoes
I know that niggas were hopeful
That the surgery'd leave me with no moves
Old news, old news
I'm back on my own two
Not talking phones dude
When I say that T Mobile
And homie, I ain't gonna hold you
But I ain't even supposed to be here
The doctors had me in a wheelchair
Funny how the clouds make you see clear
Get your money, won't reveal here
That's another record, keep it chill here
Don't know how to feel here
Should I rap or sing here?
I needed a couple extensions to get my paper right
& Never no honorable mention, keep my eyes on the prize
That VA water, it got something. I rep my home with pride
All the talk of competition, I just went to versailles
Just to reflect
Niggas be hollering about "yo I'm next"
They aim for my spot, but they're not a threat
I said what I said, production by Ced
Im finally back at it, yeah I caught my breath
1
1 and then the 2
2 and then the 3
3 and then the 4
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Real shit, dad said get off of your ass , that shit is tiring
Will Smith's gram said get off of your ass, that shit's inspiring.
I'm so glad I learned how to cut off my entitlement
'Cause now I can look up in the mirror and see who my idol is
And yeah, I want to stack c-notes like an octave, I'm a choir kid
Ms. Bruno would call me T-Money
Man, looking back life is so funny
But please, don't get it twisted
My life isn't "Glee", and that's word to Cory
I got enemies, but that ain't important
I cry, sweat, and bleed to tell you my story
I'm just a Georgia born, Virginia soul
California dreamin of a chick out of a centerfold
Soon to be a name you know
My dreams I almost let them go
Now I'm bout to get this bread off the fruits of my labor by leaving these dudes as vegetables
I'm Spitting like Tourette's syndrome
No filter from my brain to mouth
But I'm living on my nimbus though
I know what the life of a saiyans about
So ride the wave or take the kamehameha route
Flow be crazy ceelo green & Danger Mouse
Y'all been sleep, but I see you're awakened now
If you wanna know how I made it out
Don't forget to breathe
My nigga, ima ball when I bounce through
I'm about run the game in my house shoes
He bout to run the game in house shoes
I know that niggas were hopeful
That the surgery'd leave me with no moves
Old news, old news
I'm back on my own two
Not talking phones dude
When I say that T Mobile
And homie, I ain't gonna hold you
But I ain't even supposed to be here
The doctors had me in a wheelchair
Funny how the clouds make you see clear
Get your money, won't reveal here
That's another record, keep it chill here
Don't know how to feel here
Should I rap or sing here?
I needed a couple extensions to get my paper right
& Never no honorable mention, keep my eyes on the prize
That VA water, it got something. I rep my home with pride
All the talk of competition, I just went to versailles
Just to reflect
Niggas be hollering about "yo I'm next"
They aim for my spot, but they're not a threat
I said what I said, production by Ced
Im finally back at it, yeah I caught my breath
1
1 and then the 2
2 and then the 3
3 and then the 4
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta breathe
Real shit, dad said get off of your ass , that shit is tiring
Will Smith's gram said get off of your ass, that shit's inspiring.
I'm so glad I learned how to cut off my entitlement
'Cause now I can look up in the mirror and see who my idol is
And yeah, I want to stack c-notes like an octave, I'm a choir kid
Ms. Bruno would call me T-Money
Man, looking back life is so funny
But please, don't get it twisted
My life isn't "Glee", and that's word to Cory
I got enemies, but that ain't important
I cry, sweat, and bleed to tell you my story
I'm just a Georgia born, Virginia soul
California dreamin of a chick out of a centerfold
Soon to be a name you know
My dreams I almost let them go
Now I'm bout to get this bread off the fruits of my labor by leaving these dudes as vegetables
I'm Spitting like Tourette's syndrome
No filter from my brain to mouth
But I'm living on my nimbus though
I know what the life of a saiyans about
So ride the wave or take the kamehameha route
Flow be crazy ceelo green & Danger Mouse
Y'all been sleep, but I see you're awakened now
If you wanna know how I made it out
Don't forget to breathe
Writer: Tyler Wright
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid