Lyrics

It's tricky, it's never been done before It's going to need planning and a large crew When's the last time you were in Vegas Look They already wired the advance but I'm paid I don't even gotta touch it If I'm staying quiet then you know I'm up to something Yellow tail on the black card cause I'm buzzing And I know it stings when you see me out in public Always call me cousin I am not your cousin Used to say I didn't care for dollar signs Now I pay my mortgage off of Spotify Yeah woah Asking for a feature I don't got the time Plus I heard the song and honestly I'm over qualified And I got some people in my corner that's gon ride for me I got a woman by my side who'd really die for me I got the labels on the line they want the pie from me But I ain't splitting nothing with them you ain't signing me, okay Come and get it I'm running with it and ain't no looking back Tunnel vision till hundred million is sitting in my lap Hunger hitting I'm done with sitting I gotta get to bat Everything that I pitch is a hit I don't ever slack When that perfect hand comes along, you bet big An then you take the house Used to being late to moments, so I ISO Had to plant a seed for them to see they had they eyes closed Guess I should have focused on the high notes All of that embellishing probably gets you somewhere where you're from City jumping for the moment till you folded, what a run Homies pocket tapping when they pat your back, you're dropping funds ATM to all your people Your kin evil, what a stunt Oh, pardon me These the moments I got to breathe Start a tangent, start advancing Straight from heart to my arteries Risk it all for my main supporters Skip a beat when I face a shortage Meetings all in my chamber I need more danger Might have to make a order Think if I give any more spots to these boys, won't be nothing left Undersold, underrepresented, I am unimpressed Overestimated how much ego needs to touch success, We gon need to interject Pretty interesting Any blessing came with stressing out and stretching out to space This my jam Walls closing ain't no pockets left to run But I ran em out the building, building callous on my hands They gon have to cut the payment in advance You think we need one more You think we need one more Alright, we'll get one more Oi On your marks, set, go It's about to be a goal if I really let it go I don't do it for esteem Connor do it for a Price When we do this shit together though you have to pay it twice We don't need a chauffeur we can bus it You crane your neck like I'm Russian Try to figure out if Idris Elba saying something but I'm bussing em In the head, in the neck, in the spine In the bus depot, on the train, on my airline Wait, what Tell the referee that I'm traveling And I don't give a free-throw bitches pay for javelin In your neck You get no respect I be laying up the dunks like I'm sleeping on the jet Let's call the carpenter cause you gon need defense And I'mma bring the wood And you gon pay the rent And your backboard getting bored out in the classroom Let alone the court-side, you'll be off the court soon Crying on the bench watching me getting airtime Mic in my hand dropping verses in my spare time Woah, hold up wait a minute bring it back If I was a betting man I bet you'd rewind that
Writer(s): Connor Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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