Paroles

This the type of shit to blow ya speakers out This the type of shit the people speak about I've been feeling like the man This shit going how I planned I've been stacking up them bands Count that shit up in advance Voices in my head said I could do better But big Sean just told me to stick to the plan The flow is too hot I'm a need me a fan I'm working nonstop you can see in my hands Cause I just been doing the most Y'all niggas doing the least Hardest one up in the streets I'm bragging on this shit I boast I'm going straight out of control I'm off of the leash I'm going full beast on these beats Hungry for this shit I need me a feast Don't want no smoke cause I'm blowing no weed And I'm chilling wit real niggas o and them gs And them be my bros and my niggas You saying you shooters but you don't pull triggers My niggas be realer my niggas go realer we going straight ape shit on you niggas going gorilla Y'all niggas don't know how I feel I just been keeping it real Most of y'all niggas gone squeal You never gone play in my field cause Vision clearer seeing this life was just made for me And I still don't get why all these niggas hate on me I'm a have to prove em wrong so one day they gone see That if you gone trust the process just wait on me Fuck a little drip I got waves I'm a just stick to my ways All of this shit in my face I'm a just pick up my pace I don't got time for you time today Niggas be actin like movies Squad going up like it's Tuesday I'm a just sip on my D'ussé Back in this bitch and I'm stunting Catch little nigga we keeping it running Turning nothing in to something And i did it while I'm bumping Niggas thinking that I'm faking I'm bluffing They really so quick to make up on assumptions I really gotta go get back on my fuck shit This music my life and I really do love it Melody gifted I wanna win it Counting the digits Texas instrument Open the bag Diving into it Pull up and dab Got yo hoe singing it If I put it on the pad You know that I'm living it Smoking gas up wit my mans Chilling and we kick in it Taking these chances Living like we gambling Like we in Vegas Yoppa get the dark like the raiders Hotbox got me feeling like I'm Vader Serving packs out like I'm the cater Everybody know I got drip now Loaded up like I'm a clip now I'm so gifted melodically Keep it real my philosophy Second song still improving You know what I'm doing Too the moon I be moving Flipping bags I be juking Light a blunt while I'm cruising Yo why you the fuck still snoozing I'm back on my bullshit Buzzed up like a juul mint Finna hit you wit the full clip Diamonds ice white no cool whip Green bills wit the blue bands Nigga squad deep like the Wu clan Playing game of life of life with a new hand Blow a couple racks on some new land Married to the game we got a real good relationship Putting my stain in the game and ain't nobody taking it I've been feeling like the man This shit going how I planned I've been stacking up them bands Count that shit up in advance Voices in my head said I could do better But big Sean just told me to stick to the plan The flow is too hot I'm a need me a fan I'm working nonstop you can see in my hands Vision clearer seeing this life was just made for me And I still don't get why all these niggas hate on me I'm a have to prove em wrong so one day they gone see That if you gone trust the process just wait on me Fuck a little drip I got waves I'm a just stick to my ways All of this shit in my face I'm a just pick up my pace I don't got time for this time today Niggas be actin like movies Squad going up like it's Tuesday I'm a just sip on my D'ussé
Writer(s): Owen Mani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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