Lirik
Ayo, dreams ain't big enough if they so small you can't chase
Steph Curry, I got the ball, let's make a play
Even when I meet a label, I still might walk in with a cake
Get up with me, become a bigger boss
Day by day, it wasn't easy how I came along
The green soundin' like snow, fall and my Franklin on
If it's up with me, then tuck your T to make it home
If it's up with me, then tuck your T to make it home
Or you won't make it home, yeah
Ass fat, she wanna shake it, tell her ass, come on
Might spit some chicken on you, you know you bad to the bone
Brodie really wanna see a Hattie in the back with a scope
I told him, chill and see the vision, let's rap for this dough
I got a bigger plan, but I heard some **** hatin
And wanna see me vanish, in that room, supposed to be Ferb
**** talk like Candace, I blow a block up like the fourth let it
Spark now he dancin', don't mention me, kidnap
Y'all shorty hold, that bitch ransom
Million dollar type of ****, I'm just tryna stamp it
Don't play with fire, I get hot and find out where you campin
By any means possible, I'm slidin' in a Phantom
When I get rich, yeah, cause I'm on go mode
Young and turnt, they friends fuck around, hit both hoes
I know they both go, I'm on go mode
And I won't stop for shit, even if the road close, yeah
Stop for what? I'm on go mode
Young and turnt, they friends fuck around, hit both hoes
I know they both go , I'm on go mode
And I won't stop for shit, even if the road close, yeah
I'm go mode, cause baby Wally told me I'm the ticket
If you don't do it, who the fuck gon' get us out the trenches
Fuck a sentence, ready to see my fans, line up for some pictures
Bitch, I'm ratk, don't give a fuck if Jesus up there snitchin
I tally mark it every time I catch a score for Ricky
Like two weeks ago, went three for three like mud and I'm on semi
Brodie tellin' me to chill all that shit out and let him have it
But when they play about my baby name, it ain't no chillin
Actin' suspect, turn a victim, competition for the win
Be a man, you get caught in that gym, you take it on the chin
Don't be stingy, get your first hundred pieces, give Brodie ten
Hold protection to the trophy, cause without it, ain't no chance
Foot on the gas, I'ma chase my dreams till I can't run no more
Keep on shootin' to the gun, break and I can't bust no more
Fuck with tender for you, fuck with me cause I can't love no more
Cut my fingers off, I'm touchin' paper till I can't touch no more
I been waitin' for the green light, now it's my time to shine
Hit the fiends, I got cash up if you don't just hear my chime
Late night, grab my gun, hop in the ride and kill for mine
Written by: Damonte Xavion Alvarez
