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SRB separation confirmed Coming up on uh, staging the burnout of these twin Solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Carns Hill production Hi, yeah At the top on my own Right where I'm supposed to be (yeah) Labels tryna offer me dough (whoa) That's how it's supposed to be (yeah) I was like, "cute" right under her post (whoa) But now she postin' me (yeah) If I ain't yet considered the GOAT Then I'm close to be (yeah) I must be (must) Stand-up guy, you can trust me (whoa, yeah) Mandem lyin' like Jussie (hey) Catch me in a lie, you can cuff me Fuck it (whoa), Lucious Lyon on fuckery (fuck) These yutes all like to discuss me No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah) If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly Yo I was on the roof like Bruce in Gotham Watchin', seein' how the music bustin' Sellin' units, now they move in dozens Bare of these yutes tryna prove we cousins (wait) Hold on, family You ain't show face at the do's and functions (what?) New Twitter space and a new discussion Comin' like Adz when I slew and cuff 'em (nothin') It's cool, it's nothin' He's bluffin', I read that clear Call that bluff and leave 'em in tears I'll leave man's company in arrears (hey) Ain't dropped no music in years I'll take man's spot like musical chairs They ain't even stopped the tune, that ain't fair But who really cares? (No one) Baby, it's Mr. Fring 18K on my wrist and ring Manna get laid when I lift my chin (hey) Babe, I don't miss a thing Top of the mornin' to ya, that's what I say when I'm listenin' in So many take in my songs like grub (yeah) That man try savour my shit in cling (ayy) I been At the top on my own (ayy) Right where I'm supposed to be (yeah) Labels tryna offer me dough (whoa) That's how it's supposed to be (yeah) I was like, "cute" right under her post (whoa) But now she postin' me (yeah) If I ain't yet considered the GOAT Then I'm close to be (yeah) I must be (must) Stand-up guy, you can trust me (whoa, yeah) Mandem lyin' like Jussie (hey) Catch me in a lie, you can cuff me Fuck it (whoa), Lucious Lyon on fuckery (fuck) These yutes all like to discuss me No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah) If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly Yo, look G lock on my waist where it's supposed to be These niggas competin' Couldn't complete it, couldn't get close to me (never) Every time I done me a drill Left my phone and I took off my rosary (true) Fucked this bitch so hard, baby girl proposed to me (come here) Look If I bring that star to your hood I can see the opp boys doin' up strides (run up) I can never be like them man there Them man just tellin' them lies (nope) I got a distinctive voice So I can't say a word when I go on them glides (true) I heard certain man are washed in jail just smokin' spice ('low it) Look, step 'round there like di-di-dip (yeah-yeah) Do it like Lookman, flow, man's dribblin' (yeah-yeah) Brown skin ting on my dick, she's dribblin' Anythin' brr-brr, drillin' it This music ting, man's killin' it And your girl's insides, yeah, man's fillin' it Them opp boy zoots, man's hittin' it Swing it to her, got her hittin' it Yeah At the top on my own (ayy) Right where I'm supposed to be (yeah) Labels tryna offer me dough (whoa) That's how it's supposed to be (yeah) I was like, "cute" right under her post (whoa) But now she postin' me (yeah) If I ain't yet considered the GOAT Then I'm close to be (yeah) I must be (must) Stand-up guy, you can trust me (whoa, yeah) Mandem lyin' like Jussie (hey) Catch me in a lie, you can cuff me Fuck it (whoa), Lucious Lyon on fuckery (fuck) These yutes all like to discuss me No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah) If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly (yo)
Writer(s): Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Ashley Nwachukwu, Carns Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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