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John Reynolds
John Reynolds
Songwriter
Lukas McLaughlin
Lukas McLaughlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucas Quinn
Lucas Quinn
Producer
Priel
Priel
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was up for the cash on a Monday I been out for a bag since Sunday I'm in need for a trip, where the one way All I need is a bitch on the runway Don't trip when I'm low and I'm stressed out Still walk round the map with my chest out Still walk round city like I own the shit Still work like sleep just don't exist Cuz I been up plottin for days I been out planning for weeks No this shit ain't for the weak Know I was built for the pressure A Diamond I might be considered a treasure I know that success is a measure of effort Niggas act like I ain't hard or some Niggas act like they ain't starve for nun This shit feel like Carter 1 Goals so high might spark a blunt Park it, I been on target Got em on ice Im feeling Harden Only make art I can put my heart in Price went up don't ask for a bargain My only advice I Don't need advice from you niggas All they got is an image and prolly a gimmick I'm never enticed by the pictures Figured it's right if I shedded some light Only reason I write cuz I'm gifted Every bar, every flow is a scripture Every word that I paint is a picture I Ain't look for no handouts Prolly the reason I standout Always stood on my own They see that I'm hot and turned to a fan now Cookin up look how it panned out Member them days I was low With my back on the ropes but I feel like the man now I feel like the man now Took a chance had to bet on myself Gotta win I was raised in the L Know I'm blessed ain't no way I could fail On the road but I'm pacing myself Set the bar Im just raisin the scale Wait it out though my patience is thin Knew that I'd make a way cuz I'm him Know they wanna be me I'm convinced I was up for the cash on a Monday I been out for a bag since Sunday I'm in need for a trip, where the one way All I need is a bitch on the runway Don't trip when I'm low and I'm stressed out Still walk round the map with my chest out Still walk round city like I own the shit Still work like sleep just don't exist Cuz I been up plottin for days I been out planning for weeks No this shit ain't for the weak Know I was built for the pressure A Diamond I might be considered a treasure I know that success is a measure of effort
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