Weeks (feat. NoCap)

Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me Now we up there at the top, I know my niggas proud of me When shit get rough you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be Man, this shit had came in perfect timing know them niggas see Yeah, nigga now we getting cheese Me and my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds they gon' freeze Nigga snap on beats with ease' I guess that rappin' in my genes Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention We was just serving fiends nicks feel like Deandre A. I pull up Hellcat and shoot we don't do no conversating Remember days in public housing now we flying private Packing everywhere I stand I feel like Bin Laden All my niggas in the pen' But I still make deposits I cut the lean off been having withdrawals for weeks Been tryna buy love make sure I keep all the receipts I can get him touched ain't talking pedophile, we creep Lambos and 'Raris, that's all the shit we need for speed Bro sold that dog food and I ain't never seen him breed Stick up in them boxes seen 'em down below Blew up now I see what you around me for You who I want but girl don't ever think I need you Pull up i8 go ask the hood I'm the one feedin' them But they say I been acIng funny since I got on Luh Tyler do you want this hoe? My nigga, I don't Got dreams to buy an island, I'm playing blind My bitch she talk tear but blowing up my phone crying Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions We gon' run that paper up I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings Both of my shoes on top of suits nigga you know I stand on business Come from that concrete I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention We was just serving fiends nicks feel like Deandre A. I pullup Hellcat and shoot we don't do no conversating Remember days in public housing now we flying private Packing everywhere I stand I feel like Bin Laden All my niggas in the pen' But I still make deposits I cut the lean off been having withdrawals for weeks