A-list brothas coming right on me
Just one more year and I'm five times three
All these rich parents give their kids all this cash
Along with a whole mansion as a place to crash, yuh (Listen to)
What he say, cause he bringing the heat wave
Tryna say they better cause the car on the key chain
Is more than the cost of the human brain
Every five minutes or else he'll go insane
Broke boy, fake chains, but you all know my name
Don't check myself, or you get a copyright claim, my brain
Cost more than your car
Got all the rhymes in it that make up the bars
Take my bars and you make me a star
Get us all on track and we'll be stars
They gonna bandwagon when we going really far
I won't flex when I get foreign cars
Hit the beat so hard it's gonna leave scars
And I hit the beat like this every week
Can't get on my level, then you're just weak
If you're not on my scale, then I just sleep
I'm running all the levels even when I'm out of town
I mean, I inspired Cherokee to get on SoundCloud
Why am I saying that?
I really shouldn't be proud
Because they do it as a joke a lot
That's not my sound
A-list brothas be wilding out
Saying weird things that's making us shout
I'm not A-list, that's just not my type
If you don't agree with me
Just hit me on the Skype like
Fake Vlone on my hoodie, so I'm not high class
Y'all high class kids are always high in class
Like math, high like a five with the quarterback
High as a kite like on the listings and like all of that (Let's take it)
Back to middle school, when I wasn't really cool
Can't rap on track, now look what I do
Not that good, but I get better every day
Made more money than you making music my way
Keep up with the beat, do you see me?
I'm the artist on the album I am cleaning
All the fake stuff that is stuck in my mind
Fake as you denying that your card got declined
That stuff happen like all the time
Happens as often as I make a rhyme
I make a rhyme, true hero on the grind
Found my track, that's a good find
I'm doing well
That's a good sign
That's a good rhyme
That's a good line
Find a piece of metal, that's a wind chime
Not gonna go to jail like 6ix9ine
Go easily like I'm losing my speed
Can slow down cause I got a good enough lead
Up against P and he gets defeat
Shoutout No Socks if you're listening
Shoutout to the people who stay with me
When myself is just declining
I'm losing my breath, go on my knee
Would you look at that? That's good timing
A-list brothas be wilding out
Saying weird things that's making us shout
I'm not A-list, that's just not my type
If you don't agree with me
Just hit me on the Skype like
Young Kamil - A-List Lyrics
Young Kamil - A-List Lyrics
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A-list brothas coming right on me
Just one more year and I'm five times three
All these rich parents give their kids all this cash
Along with a whole mansion as a place to crash, yuh (Listen to)
What he say, cause he bringing the heat wave
Tryna say they better cause the car on the key chain
Is more than the cost of the human brain
Every five minutes or else he'll go insane
Broke boy, fake chains, but you all know my name
Don't check myself, or you get a copyright claim, my brain
Cost more than your car
Got all the rhymes in it that make up the bars
Take my bars and you make me a star
Get us all on track and we'll be stars
They gonna bandwagon when we going really far
I won't flex when I get foreign cars
Hit the beat so hard it's gonna leave scars
And I hit the beat like this every week
Can't get on my level, then you're just weak
If you're not on my scale, then I just sleep
I'm running all the levels even when I'm out of town
I mean, I inspired Cherokee to get on SoundCloud
Why am I saying that?
I really shouldn't be proud
Because they do it as a joke a lot
That's not my sound
A-list brothas be wilding out
Saying weird things that's making us shout
I'm not A-list, that's just not my type
If you don't agree with me
Just hit me on the Skype like
Fake Vlone on my hoodie, so I'm not high class
Y'all high class kids are always high in class
Like math, high like a five with the quarterback
High as a kite like on the listings and like all of that (Let's take it)
Back to middle school, when I wasn't really cool
Can't rap on track, now look what I do
Not that good, but I get better every day
Made more money than you making music my way
Keep up with the beat, do you see me?
I'm the artist on the album I am cleaning
All the fake stuff that is stuck in my mind
Fake as you denying that your card got declined
That stuff happen like all the time
Happens as often as I make a rhyme
I make a rhyme, true hero on the grind
Found my track, that's a good find
I'm doing well
That's a good sign
That's a good rhyme
That's a good line
Find a piece of metal, that's a wind chime
Not gonna go to jail like 6ix9ine
Go easily like I'm losing my speed
Can slow down cause I got a good enough lead
Up against P and he gets defeat
Shoutout No Socks if you're listening
Shoutout to the people who stay with me
When myself is just declining
I'm losing my breath, go on my knee
Would you look at that? That's good timing
A-list brothas be wilding out
Saying weird things that's making us shout
I'm not A-list, that's just not my type
If you don't agree with me
Just hit me on the Skype like
Just one more year and I'm five times three
All these rich parents give their kids all this cash
Along with a whole mansion as a place to crash, yuh (Listen to)
What he say, cause he bringing the heat wave
Tryna say they better cause the car on the key chain
Is more than the cost of the human brain
Every five minutes or else he'll go insane
Broke boy, fake chains, but you all know my name
Don't check myself, or you get a copyright claim, my brain
Cost more than your car
Got all the rhymes in it that make up the bars
Take my bars and you make me a star
Get us all on track and we'll be stars
They gonna bandwagon when we going really far
I won't flex when I get foreign cars
Hit the beat so hard it's gonna leave scars
And I hit the beat like this every week
Can't get on my level, then you're just weak
If you're not on my scale, then I just sleep
I'm running all the levels even when I'm out of town
I mean, I inspired Cherokee to get on SoundCloud
Why am I saying that?
I really shouldn't be proud
Because they do it as a joke a lot
That's not my sound
A-list brothas be wilding out
Saying weird things that's making us shout
I'm not A-list, that's just not my type
If you don't agree with me
Just hit me on the Skype like
Fake Vlone on my hoodie, so I'm not high class
Y'all high class kids are always high in class
Like math, high like a five with the quarterback
High as a kite like on the listings and like all of that (Let's take it)
Back to middle school, when I wasn't really cool
Can't rap on track, now look what I do
Not that good, but I get better every day
Made more money than you making music my way
Keep up with the beat, do you see me?
I'm the artist on the album I am cleaning
All the fake stuff that is stuck in my mind
Fake as you denying that your card got declined
That stuff happen like all the time
Happens as often as I make a rhyme
I make a rhyme, true hero on the grind
Found my track, that's a good find
I'm doing well
That's a good sign
That's a good rhyme
That's a good line
Find a piece of metal, that's a wind chime
Not gonna go to jail like 6ix9ine
Go easily like I'm losing my speed
Can slow down cause I got a good enough lead
Up against P and he gets defeat
Shoutout No Socks if you're listening
Shoutout to the people who stay with me
When myself is just declining
I'm losing my breath, go on my knee
Would you look at that? That's good timing
A-list brothas be wilding out
Saying weird things that's making us shout
I'm not A-list, that's just not my type
If you don't agree with me
Just hit me on the Skype like
Writer: Riley Ball
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid