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(It is well, it is well) Man, this shit sounds like some Congratulations type shit, like I done made it You know what I'm saying? You know what they say Sky is the limit Tryna put one of you niggas in it For real, see me up there Ayy, look Round of applause, even though I ain't complete (come on) RIP my dawg, I lost some niggas to the streets (I swear) I might just risk it all, and I won't settle for defeat (uh, uh) Sorry if I missed ya call now leave a message at the beep I told the bros get to the round table, so we can eat (come on) Group full of thieves, only a few gone, take a seat (yeah) I've been running to them mills, got me feeling like I'm Meek Pick a raw bitch off the gram, and I'ma treat her like a freak (come on) Actions louder than words, you know me I barely speak (nope) How I'm pronouncing these words the way I do it so unique Make them boys bend ya curb, and they'll do that shit for cheap Like it ain't hard to touch a nigga, you ain't never out of reach (at all) Press play and they gone spin for me DVD (come on) use to be eating off the government EBT (what?), now they finessing off of cash loans PPP (yeah) you can Look me up on iPhone, to see it's me Like, do you know how it feel? Just to make yo' mama proud She call me her baby, but I ain't her only child (uh, uh) We was hard-headed reckless ass jits running wild (swear) Can't believe I made it out, it's been forever since I smiled (come on) My niggas in the sky rooting for me, looking down (what?) Coronavirus my name, been spreading all through the town (glow) I did it by myself no I ain't never need a crowd (no) If I was into drugs, we smoking oops by the pound, look Now tell me how that sound Now tell me how it feel (ayy, what we doing?) We keep swinging round and round (come on) He gon' shoot I got the wheel (ayy) And that's just being real (what?) A big shoutout to my shooters He shoot from the wing ain't talking Hooters (come on) Don't give a fuck about the past baby, I'm the future Go type my name up, I bet I'm all over computers (come on) And that's just from the heart, you know what I'm saying? Speaking everything how I feel Everything I speak on be for real, like I seen it I feel like I made it and I ain't even there yet Got shit up to a thousand so fast (I'm on the way, you know what I'm saying?) (Come on man) ain't even gotta clap for me at the end either I'm tired of playing with you niggas 'Cause you wasn't there before (too far gone) I'm on a whole different level (you feel me?), better catch up, no mustard
Writer(s): Richard James Page, John Lang, Steven George, Robert Lee Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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