Lyrics

Alright y'all, quiet on the set please, uh, uh I might just never let no one in I'm not the man that you thought I am It's not a secret how dope I am You know my team is supposed to win Got on my blinders I'm focusing Now I just lace up my moccasins All that we need is an opening Soon as we see it we going in Call up the papers we rolling a caper We did with love, never did it with hatred They say that we faded, I say that we made it From minor to major, designers with papers Xenons when I'm driving, I'm blinding the neighbors Pull down the bandana, no hiding our faces All of this talking 'bout diamonds and bracelets But I'ma be fly when I climb on a spaceship I'm on a show and I'm showing up, look at the time and you know what's up 02:35 when we rolling up y'all know the prices is going up They said that life is a Rubik's cube Meditating like a buddhist do If I can do it, you do it, too, I know myself homie, who are you? TK Kavi, Born I, Tenka, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh shit, now here he go Mama look, your boy's strong and I kill these folks All the fans in my timeline they give me hope Your man say that he'll outrap me but will he though? Will he though? No, 'cause at the end of the day I'll get a way into the shade And innovate ten different ways to eliminate, then elevate into the haze I'll make my name and they'll say, "Here he go" Shout out to my boy Tom with his dirty flow, here he go Yah, yah, I'm gonna switch the pace, let the bass whip someone in the face You'll never win this race, hit the breaks Before you break, oh shit, now here he go Murder spree, if you heard of me then you really know, this ain't no joke Yah, yah, oh shit, now here he go, wooh, wooh Oh shit now here he go, wooh, wooh Yah, yah, here he go, wooh, wooh Here he go, wooh, wooh Yah, yah
Writer(s): Ofosu Jones-quartey, Matt Hyre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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