Lyrics

I'm way up, way up, uh (TnT on the beat) I knew it wouldn't be long, greatness come with patience Yeah, the feds tryna trace us, it's too late, we relocatin' Go pick up my medication, now I'm in the Matrix Fill my cup up, then I taste it, muddy situation Just come fuck on me, baby, it ain't no time to be wasted Baby girl, let's go crazy, I just want you naked She say she ain't never had a nigga like me, I'm amazing I get to the check, no Nike, fascinated with blue faces I just pray to God I make it, I'm so dedicated Chasing bags, my heart racing, work hard, no vacation We can take a trip to Vegas, just keep it real, don't fake it Twist the backwood, then I face it, it keeps me concentrated That fuck shit, I hate it, all that fake shit so outdated Swear I'm so underrated, they keep telling me I made it Dread head but no Jamaican, face was wrapped up like Haitian Ain't have shit, wanted paper, all this shit took was some patience Got up on my feet and got suck to the streets Every night, mama be prayin' for me Keep it real, that's all I do, OG's was influencing me If you know I wouldn't do it to you Tell me, why the fuck would you do it to me? Try playing me like I'm a fool Don't wanna be with me, then you can just leave I gave you my heart, don't break it, I love what we created I hope one day we embrace it and never let 'em take it Sippin' daily, I'd be faded, muddy situation Since I started, they've been hating, but that's just motivation I knew it wouldn't be long, greatness come with patience Yeah, the feds tryna trace us, it's too late, we're relocating Go pick up my medication, now I'm in the Matrix Fill my cup up, then I taste it, muddy situation Just come fuck on me, baby, it ain't no time to be wasted Baby girl, let's go crazy, I just want you naked She say she ain't never had a nigga like me, I'm amazing I get to the check, no Nike, fascinated with blue faces I just pray to God I make it, I'm so dedicated Chasing bags, my heart racing, work hard, no vacation We can take a trip to Vegas, just keep it real, don't fake it Twist the backwood, then I face it, it keeps me concentrated
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Thomas Horton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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