Lyrics

Girl you look nice (wifey) It's one of them nights Turn out the lights I wish I had a whip that could make it thru the winter Gucci Fannypack and a chili steak dinner Flip flops to match Pocket full of cash California king for me to rake out the racks I'm destined for greatness I'll own that SHIT when I say it I see my dream and I chase it They see my work and I love when they hate it People get jaded That's my excuse to get faded Just when I think that I made it It's back to the basics Im gettin impatient I'm throwing it down and i'm pleasing the crowd Queen city gave me the crown (crown) But what happens now i'm wondering how To top all the SHIT I done did in my town Writing for me I write for my fans Rap for the love but I love me some bands I love when they dance Say they want more and I feel like the man Thank yall for blessin me Being a part of my legacy Seeing the worst and the best of me All of the work to help reach to my destiny Grinding real hard I been taking some L's In front of a crowd since 2 thousand 12 I had been writing like since I was 12 When living with mama was living in hell Been thru the ups been thru the downs Been working hard and just look at me now This is my life look where i'm at If I get rich I might never look back I can remember the stage remember the days Aint nothin change I can't complain no need for the fame Imma be rocking til Im in da grave I wish I had a whip that could make it thru the winter Gucci Fannypack and a chili steak dinner Flip flops to match Pocket full of cash California king for me to rake out the racks Who is you lying to? You going nowhere you dat Type of dude Talkin dat ish and you actin a BITCH Who is you testin? Take what I say as a blessin This ain't no dis its a life lesson You slow with your work but you quick with assessment Your level I'm head of it Shut da FUCK up Your irrelevant You steppin up out of your element I will rip you into shreds for the hell of it Im wetty wet while you stuck in a drout Best bet keep my name out your mouth Using my title for you to get clout Imma run laps while you sit on the couch Phony and fake you bologna i'm steak How does that taste FUCK out my face Cook beefaroni go play with the bronies get played like a game on the Sony All in my face you act like my homie Act like we besties you ridin up on me Huggin and dappin you need to back off me Swear dat you hard but you really a softie Crunch time I'm the captain Lunch time you just snacking Lights camera cant handle the action Lil Skritt always drippin the fashion FUCK what you think FUCK what you say FUCK your opinion I do it my way No I am not number one in the game but Im FUCKING it up and they yelling my name
Writer(s): Daniel Keith Mclemore, Justin William Burkhead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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