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Mm, yea I slicked my hair back just show I'm really mobbing I took my tools to bang them up so they could sharpen I closed my door and took a step in Eden's garden Excuse me, beg your pardon This shit just getting started I knew before I graduated, yea before I dropped out of college I'm just tryna acknowledge, I ain't paying for no free knowledge Yea I've never been a scholar Lets all just pour this water One way to light a spark up One day I'll be an author Had a plan written out, eighth grade, yea Blue print, eight beats, same day, yea Took care of my fate like Drake On the sideline looking like Cole Applied pressure to my shit like coal Big K said to hold my dream Kanye said to trust my soul, yea Like Trav Imma say I know, yea Ugh, Ugh, big toter Sheets get soaked up Blood gon run if the peace get choked up Anti order, it'll change in age, new page, new folder Italy talk, how I stir my fork up gently Cross this street, no stress, big press, big mess, no deli Big sauce, pasta tortelli (She breaking her jaw, no eddy, yuh) (Bruh, I dropped two albums, I'm not even twenty, yuh) (Some of ya'll still saying that just not ready, yuh) (How are you not ready?) Drop that chain, boy that shit excess Snatch that shit, no due process Look back at buddy, I stopped, I changed I worked, exchanged My main shit good now that I progressed Yea, always on go, I explain to my girl why I cannot rest Even if I break my voice, Imma do what I said, Imma be the best Yuh, my balance is money and checks Or maybe its study and stress Move the tip over like chess, mmm Yes I am talking bout sex, mmm Talking bout a flow with finesse, mmm I want my bruddas success, yea My girl gonna show uo to flex She know I'm obsessed Mm, yea I slicked my hair back just show I'm really mobbing I took my tools to bang them up so they could sharpen I closed my door and took a step in Eden's garden Excuse me, beg your pardon This shit just getting started I knew before I graduated, yea before I dropped out of college I'm just tryna acknowledge, I ain't paying for no free knowledge Yea I've never been a scholar Lets all just pour this water One way to light a spark up One day I'll be an author Imma go get that Oscar Always got something bigger I knew since I was shorter That's word to all of my supporters, yea (Oh, fuck, bruh)
Writer(s): Austin Oesterling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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