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One hunnid, Graham Hoo, feeling so tall, I could give a high five to the pilot (pilot) Yeah, family tight, I keep small circle like eyelet (eyelet) Whoa, inbox full of contracts, I sign with a stylus (stylus) Yeah, blue faces blowing up, like violet Talk about the things they gonna say when they see me And when they see me, they just dap me up and say good to meet me I keep it going flowing over this, I make it look easy Easy for me to say, I do this every day of the week I'm eager to be the one they talk about when all said and done with it I'm the feature that they want But then they don't when I come with it I'm a scene stealer, seat filler, blow up the numbers And I ain't leaving no crumbs, so you know when I'm done with it I'm a new school vibe with an old soul Oh, so great, stay paid by the boatload Don't go chasing the wave, I'm a row boat Blow smoke right through the face of the ozone, oh, no I got the bag, I'm back to just double it I'm 'bout to pop the top, I been bubblin' They want the spot but I do not cut 'em in They trying to plot my drop, they been huddlin' Ah, feeling so tall, I could give a high five to the pilot (pilot) Yeah, family tight, I keep small circle like eyelet (eyelet) Whoa, inbox full of contracts, I sign with a stylus (Killa!) Yeah, blue faces blowing up, like violet Yo, I know a lotta people praying for my downfall But the only thing that I'll be down for is being top five But like down four I'm down to earth, like the ground floor But I been fly so long, I tend to ask people, "What's the ground for?" Man, I'm only headed up See my flow volcanic, this the fire I erupt Heard the fans getting rowdy 'cause they haven't had enough You know I'm running the city, you just running out of luck! Yeah, I said it with my chest I flow hard, it's no wonder that they easily impressed I'm so far, but I'm always coming back with something fresh I never rest, swear you'll never catch this eagle in a nest I invest my time in the booth I find The peace I use to piece the boom in my mind My ex knows this, lemme expose this She left 'cause she don't wanna be with an explosive, man, I'm just Feeling so tall, I could give a high five to the pilot (pilot) Yeah, family tight, I keep small circle like eyelet (eyelet) Whoa, inbox full of contracts, I sign with a stylus (stylus) Yeah, blue faces blowing up, like violet
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Connor Price, Mark Lukwesa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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