Letras

Gotta stay fresh like a brand new whip, that new smell Switching it up, too stale They try to text, leave them unread Switching the phone, new cell Secrets I kept, do tell We had to fight, tooth nail This is a race, I know my place Coming for first, blue shell (whoa) Just so you know, I'm the one who's disrupting the industry Baby, just throw up the stats I used to lack in direction Ironic 'cause nowadays I put the globe on the map Don't need a publicist, I don't want none of this I keep it simple, I show up and rap Feeling like Cardi when she got the bag You know I'm closing the gap Auto-tune off but the tunes on auto I set trends and then you all follow C notes stacked like I do staccato DIY, that's the crew's whole motto Float on the beat like it's easy mode I'm on a whole different level, don't even know I could unload the whole clip and don't need to reload it I'm golden, I got it, unlimited listen, they know I'm about it My penmanship different and missing is not in my diction And fiction is not in my writtens I'm leaving 'em smitten I'm keeping it fresh like a brand new whip that new smell Switching it up, too stale They try to text, leave them on read Switching the phone, new cell Secrets I kept, do tell We had to fight, tooth nail This is a race, I know my place Coming for first, blue shell (yea) I know some homies that lost my respect on the way And that's a reality check My problems are stacking up Problems it's taller than me, for real It's giving me headaches Please don't be putting no cameras in my face That's tax, reality cheques Protecting the image and cropping the Ls Life editing, the vision is blessed The money motion 360 Moving in circles, letting that twerk on me Yeah, I got it for free, don't shop at the mall nigga Whatchu even know about bricks If you don't get it that's cool why you tryna tap in dawg You ain't even know about leaks I'm rocking exclusives, drinking kombucha While I'm still beating on beats They jacking the sauce, they trying to duplicate flows The bars are bootlegged Making these flows gon' keep me afloat The money my language, I'm fluent New smell Switching it up, too stale They try to text, leave them on read Switching the phone, new cell Secrets I kept, do tell We had to fight, tooth nail This is a race, I know my place Coming for first, blue shell
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Connor Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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