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Tarik Trotter
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Tarik Trotter
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WAVY SZN
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Yea, tucked in the crib for a grip but I'm back on my bully
Melo but hoodie, yea
Feel like an oldie but goodie but really just goodie
Freaky, the record just started
Push myself far beyond limits so where you gon' push me?
Look where the ethic done took me
Oh and in case you ain't know where I'm from yea its Brooklyn
Big steppa' catching my footing
You gotta wait til I drop to see what I've been cooking
That's how I stack up the cushion
Nothing in front of me now is what we was enduring
Maybe that's just me maturing
Built to withstand any season but this is insurance
Hell of a bag I'm securing
I got no plans of detouring even when I'm touring
All of my teachers is foreign
I learned some things in this life they dont teach where I'm born
Trust me, this isn't the norm
If you had winters like us, you don't get through that storm
I gotta pass the baton
I shoot my shot then I leave it up, look at my form
I don't get torn, I get strong
That's why the old me and new me still getting along
Thought I was nearing the finish line, that's where you're wrong
Money to count on, I know it won't leave me alone
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
Any time I'm on the line, don't I answer the call?
Game on the line ain't no problem, I came here to ball
Imma do me and that's with or without the applause
Upgrade is coming whenever my back on the wall
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
Fruit of my labor go dummy
If it ain't life'n or hyping you up, it ain't from me
At this new view and it's stunning
Yes I'm a spiritual guy but I'm still bout this schmoney
Just talked to God and she love me
I built my wealth from within so who taking it from me
Trust me them trenches was muddy
Been on a winning streak so long you'd think that I'm lucky
Fresh out the blues and I'm poppin
How could I stick to one thing when I know I got options - - -
Seeing no signs of me stopping
Just caught my stride, now I'm dancing like nobodys watching
I'm in the crib and I'm locked in - - - -
But I'm still opening doors like it's somebody knocking
Cellular service is chopping
How could I be mad at them, I'm the one who keep droppin
Ok let's start the ignition
You think you know me, you ain't met my latest edition
Chin up, I'm back in position
Sum up my losses and you'll find my greatest addition
I tend to carve out the friction
Thought about quitting but couldn't escape my ambition
Run up my stock on the ticker
They say the rich get richer then let's richer
Thought I was nearing the finish line, that's where you're wrong
Money to count on, I know it won't leave me alone
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
Any time I'm on the line, don't I answer the call?
Game on the line ain't no problem, I came here to ball
Imma do me and that's with or without the applause
Upgrade is coming whenever my back on the wall
Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter
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