歌词

I swear my name and greatness are synonymous by now You would think that I'd be good at taking compliments by now Had to make it real clear if it ain't obvious by now That I got first round draft pick confidence right now, yeah So many flows I play with So many cadences and paces A-list rappers couldn't claim it but for placements they would play it My name all over her playlist Can't tell which song is her favorite If I had to guess it'd probably be the one that got her naked Damn who let me get this out of pocket? Feelin out of options Got their wallets jumpin outta pockets Billing up my auctions Got me spilling out my conscience like I filled it up with toxins I will kill the correspondents And then kill the chorus on it Like whoa, cut the small talk unless you tryna help me grow I got things to do I don't got time to take it slow Why we wasting time when you could hit me on my phone? Things I'll never know Like whoa, cut the small talk if you been talkin on the low I don't ask for anything except for what I'm owed I don't wanna see you unless you comin to a show Sitting front row, like Empty my pockets when my mind overflows Something about spending's addictive hoping I don't overdose I got big shoes to fill and so I'ma go toe to toe Cause I never get cold feet I'll do a show in the snow I'll do a show on a boat and show boat until the tides turn Presidential flow I'm serving five terms Look up at the White House All I see is white boys Talking on my television All I hear is white noise I'm feeling like the head rapper Attention grabber Never been the norm but the exception rather Everybody asking how'd I get this stature I just dropped a couple songs then I let them scatter Like whoa, cut the small talk unless you tryna help me grow I got things to do I don't got time to take it slow Why we wasting time when you could hit me on my phone? Things I'll never know Like whoa, cut the small talk if you been talkin on the low I don't ask for anything except for what I'm owed I don't wanna see you unless you comin to a show Sitting front row, like Like whoa, cut the small talk unless you tryna help me grow I got things to do I don't got time to take it slow Why we wasting time when you could hit me on my phone? Things I'll never know Like whoa
Writer(s): Yahor Sharenda, Faaris Sattar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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