Lyrics

Said that he made me But he ain't made nothing Really just hates me Hates what I'm becoming I been going crazy That's end of discussion They cannot play me I'm busy I been up to something Yeah flyin' out Hop up in a jet and then I'm flyin' out Hop up in a 'Lamb and then I ride around Used to see me in the field remember tryin' out Now me and my bros kickin' shit like its FIFA Get what she want cuz dat 'gyal was a diva Only one night her then I gotta leave her Run to the money so fast like a cheetah yeah Comin' up Ain't the minute man but I be comin' up If she comin' for the ride she better buckle up Either first either last ain't no runner up yeah yeah Double up triple up Why he switched on the kid cuz I levelled up Imma pop another bottle pour another cup Killed the past in the grass snakes slither up yeah Snakes in the grass so I mowed it Under pressure never folded Only one life and I know that I own it So to my dreams I stay steady devoted Invest in myself and I flew to the mountains Way I be drippin' this shit like a fountain Be chasing millions after the thousands Kids talkin' down but they still get allowance yeah Chit chat All up on the internet they love to chit chat I'm a real busy man ain't really 'wit that Feel like Herschel cuz I went and got a big bag And I know that And you know that They might see me in a foreign and it's all black Drip down in the Louis spent like four racks Sipping 'Henny from the bottle I be off that yeah I bossed up and I went and killed the past See me hop up in a foreign goin' fast Applying pressure hit the pedal hit the gas Already told y'all bout the snakes all in the grass yeah Said that he made me But he ain't made nothing Really just hates me Hates what I'm becoming I been going crazy That's end of discussion They cannot play me I'm busy I been up to something Yeah flyin' out Hop up in a jet and then I'm flyin' out Hop up in a 'Lamb and then I ride around Used to see me in the field remember tryin' out Now me and my bros kickin' shit like its FIFA Get what she want cuz dat 'gyal was a diva Only one night her then I gotta leave her Run to the money so fast like a cheetah yeah I'm coming for top spot and some don't like that Pull up to the shordy crib just for the night cap Gotta wake up early morning for the flight back Gotta wake up early morning for the flight back
Writer(s): Kamran Ahamed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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