Look

Ain’t ever been a thing just to let it go

Catch me vibing with the team when I’m in the yo

I get locked into the keys then I hear the flow

Rolling up another, let it breathe, had to let em know

Yeah we gotta let em know

Ain’t no way they getting close

**** talk and do the most

But I don’t gotta brag and boast

Been rapping for a minute ****

It’s been merch, I been a coach

Riding low key, getting high

Mariah Carey note

Yeah that’s right I get it

Yall gon know who did it

Looking too fresh I’m fitted

That’s just how I’m living

That boy over there is moving

something like a prophecy

I hear em talking crazy bout the kid

But that shit’s not for me nah

Fuck a hater let em talk

They ain’t stopping me

If they want war

Merk em at they favorite spot to eat

And I’m still holding on that work

Come and shop with me

That might be too much for you to move

But it’s not for me

Rolling with the gang

Don’t forget the thing

That we said we got coming

Here to entertain

Man, the shit’s insane

Coming up on them hundreds yeah

Yeah we run this

And we put on for the whole squad

And yall ain’t ever know who’s running up

Cause we all go hard

Bout to go around the world like a postcard

I could sell this perky to you, baby, no charge

Only rocking with the real, no frauds

Grinding til we on top of Billboard charts

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Ain’t no lie, I get high til I damn near touch the sky

And we hot like it’s June, popping like the Fourth of July

I’m with **** you don’t wanna try

Is you 12? You look like a spy

I promise you don’t want get hit with that fi’

I’m killing the beat, you can’t deny

I’m losing they tail, ain’t losing intel

Got locks on my safe, my safe in a cell

I’m setting the pace, I’m pressing excel

I’m winning the race, I’m finishing well yeah

Ain’t hard to tell we got the flames

And you can’t put em out

Watching all the people go n blaze

And pull they reefer out

Trapping like them boys back then

Pulling a beeper out

We got that shit

That the people wanna see about

I got a passion for rapping

I don’t need the clout

Shut it down, when we out,

We don’t ever see em out

And yall can keep the doubt

Got confidence I’m moving forward

Go pound for pound

With any bouncer fucking with my boys

We going crazy on the town

We got em making noise

And we don’t need no invitation

You ain’t got a choice

Hell yeah, we wild’n out like my **** Royce

Do it Big like I’m Sean but I’m not from Detroit

Hold it down for the ones that don’t have a voice

I know they don’t wanna admit it but we got it boy

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