Lyrics

Shooters round me I'm winning like I'm Curry and Klay Riding round town got a couple small things to celebrate these days Been to places I ain't never seen in person, all they really gotta do is press play You don't ever see me speak up, means I ain't got nothing nice to say Leave me alone, I just had labels come blow up my phone I'm in the zone, I'm in a rare type of zone, 15 for the wrist watch alone Not really a flex, I had to tell em to check I been had the Cartier set Before I had ever decided to kill at the music I already had me a check I just been lit Promise no sweat on my rep My brothers been on the same shit These bitches my kids, they already know I'm slept on I ain't know no limits with this Shit is unbearable, I gotta say what i'm seeing is terrible Lately in LA this shit incomparable Way that I'm stuck to the game now it's marital A legend a parable I had the confidence out from the jump I'm at my greatest when I'm in a slump People who don't wanna stand by themselves Deserve nothing free gifted from someone else Right now I'm thinking and plotting the Royce A Lambo for daily just makes too much noise Haven't decided with that or the Rari For me in the future a regular choice I had to go on my path, promised myself as a kid When I get older I promise that no one'll sleep on my shit Rapping in closets with blankets and pillows set up for the rig Sometimes I feel like I'm Barry the way that I'm making these hits Shooters round me I'm winning like I'm Curry and Klay Riding round town got a couple small things to celebrate these days Been to places I ain't never seen in person, all they really gotta do is press play You don't ever see me speak up, means I ain't got nothing nice to say Ice like Trae, hits like Dre You and me, that's night and day Take no L's man it ain't no way The way that I'm stuck to this game you would think that's it's marital A legend, a parable
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Shaquon Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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