Lyrics

Got me feeling like the top pick Youngin stay ill but I'm not sick Keep two in my hand like some chopsticks Don't got to say a word dawg I got this How do I get you to understand this Not a thief but roll with bandits All of my niggas go bananas They going to slip up If they stand here I'm going to need some time to understand them Never pose all the pics are candid Wanna fly you out somewhere sandy Pray fun trips and safer landings And I might catch a vibe In this room Im a king This my kingdom I rule Girl I'm so hypnotized When you move Feelin shy? I'll close my eyes just for you You could pick anytime I'll come through My pockets so much to find I can't lose Baby girl I can't lie I want to Show you a new way of life But you stop me at red light Red light Red light Red light Red light Red light Green light Go You stop me at Red light One Life Too hype Tonight I'm leavin With you Your my type Night lights In my eyes Too bright I'm with you Forever Til I die My P.C. When I crime By my side Red light Red light Red light Red light Red light Green light Go You stop me at Don't know how they finna take this I count gang on my hand I don't need a waitlist I do my thang you niggas riding my coat tails Hearing how they got one me is like hearing folk tales From now on everything I swear everything on an upsale If I'm on it, it's crazy, it don't even need a thumb nail I could fit my circle on my thumbnail They stayed sleep we the only ones who up now No ice on baby But the dick game will lay you flat If I say it on a song then I stand on that If you let they music tell it then it's all on cap I got a chance to make it out, it's all on that Get the marble out New statues they etch for me You niggas been janky, you all drawlin, you sketch to me No whip I had to get car rides from Stephanie Now I want to see the benefits of my legacy Quinton Baker The realest nigga we ever seen These niggas all look a little smaller when they stand next to me And they still going to try to doubt the kid every Time that I show em that this here is my destiny Nowadays my niggas shoot I crash board like emery Bars off the top of my head This is off memory And I still walk around the crib in a durag First thing in the morning I wake up and do rap I'm just adding up the numbers dawg I really do math They fake the numbers just to post em up Like where they do that? I don't keep the stick for violence this is just to shoot back Central Florida Tampa area is where they do that And I still gotta tip off my hat To the niggas who get foul like the tip off the bat I took an oath for them Promise that we making shit splat Like Nickelodeon I broke out of the box they tried to hold me in Gang cool in here But the weed smoke inappropriate Play with any of em then I'm Russian like soviets Feeling presidential I quote pac at the podium Salt face My competition eat too much sodium Bald fade The only cut that they know me in Smoke in the whip A new wagon we rolling in Niggas tried to snake for some bread And I toasted them Too many times where I felt The walls was closing in Control my feelings Donny tell me not to hold it in Cuz if you put that shit on these beats It would be over with If we get a solid seven We could hit the road wit this Cuz I honestly I don't see anyone getting close to this Only a matter of time before they all notice it
Writer(s): Robert Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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