Lyrics

Yeah, I'm somethin' so genuine despite my missin' melanin Colder than them Inuits, so how it is I'm tellin' it Y'all said I was unintelligent, I'm sorry this ain't eloquent But you can kiss my ass, fuck the labels who won't sell you it I ain't sellin' bricks I'm sellin' hits, waitin' on them plaques I don't ball, against the wall, waitin' on that ass I'm unstuck in time, 2009, they grind up on you fast Pack of Newports, Too Short, good times never last I can't focus, some would call it attention deficit Coudn't make it in the game, they cited that as evidence From Lawson, MO, where they said that I was arrogant But I'm still standin' strong, despite all of the estimates To the contrary, and I'm involved heavy I've kept it so steady, for 13 years already I'm your favorite artist's favorite artist, it's so incredi Imma need a celebration, somebody grab confetti I need it so real real real Something I can feel feel feel I need it so real real real Something I can feel, alright Cook it up, whip it up right there in your veins, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your brains, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your veins, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your brains, bruh I'm on my Brooklyn bullshit out in Bushwick with them hipsters In the Valley where they TMZ me with them pictures Catch me in Louisiana, choose your Death Valley Adventure Then I venture back to Pittsburgh with them Yinzers I entered the rap game like a bull up in a china shop Knockin' everything I can and I ain't tryin' to stop Til they see me in the videos, they say I'm kinda hot But I'm no rockstar, that's just somethin' I am not So the labels weren't callin', 'til I pushed all in And until I'm in my coffin, I grind that axe way too often But it used to be from Kansas City back out to Lawson Now I'm poppin' up from Montreal down to Nawlins To the Bay everyday, unless I'm feelin' lobster Then it's Bar Harbor, quick stop in Ann Arbor Got a chick in Ypsilanti, you know I'll never call her Once I upgrade to my private jet from this charter, holla I need it so real real real Something I can feel feel feel I need it so real real real Something I can feel, alright Cook it up, whip it up right there in your veins, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your brains, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your veins, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your brains, bruh Next year imma be billin' at least 3 million And you can catch me chillin', in east Greece feelin' Like every single penny's worth, cuz we keep winnin' Double that each year, Nice, thenVenice Forgiveness, I'm over asking for it Crash a Maserati, another one, I'll import it Can you afford it? A life that's so foreign? I ain't got any option cuz yesterday was so borin' I need it so real real real Something I can feel feel feel I need it so real real real Something I can feel, alright Cook it up, whip it up right there in your veins, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your brains, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your veins, bruh Cook it up, whip it up right there in your brains, bruh
Writer(s): Robby Howe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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