I get it, I see you're sucking wind I see it You prolly wanna quit now, don't cha? Come on Go home to your mammy's house Binge watch a little Bachelor, reach in the fridge Cut yourself a portionable slice of lemon meringue Oh my God Well life ain't like that boy! It's not! And if you want the glory, you gotta sweat!
Yeah yeah yeah, 2 AM My oh my I think Logic just grasped Anyone coverin' this session? Think about it Magic and Bird Read the fine print, I'm untouchable Andy and Words Aim high Think about it
Lookin' at my past, back to the future Worried 'bout the weight, who the biggest loser? Lo-fi comin', hallelujah, promise It's funny when you bein' honest Like, oh, that's what you get for bein' honest? (skrt) They gettin' wild in the comments All I wanna know is who say And if you talk about my lady, I'll go "Who say?" I'm just sayin' the hipsters gonna play me in the Goodwill And if they don't, the hood will California Love, I just hit the three wheel In-N-Out, double-double, and the refill Wild week, four planes Crunch time, 'Bron James Light work, four games They disappear, David Blaine
My conversations are deep Read the fine print I'ma make it happen, ain't waitin' any longer No time to rest when you tryna be a legend My conversations are deep Read the fine print Aim high Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation
Yeah, uh How long will this all last? Early 20's and in my past I gave my life to rap, ain't no diplomas for that The closest thing you get is a vote for the freshman class Or pray you drop a classic that'll plateau after you pass My focus clearer than ever You only good as your team And you should see the star lineup that we put together Varsity letter jackets with the "ML" Got a letter from my pen pal He said that it end well For those that love Him This is the art of us And Will Smith '99, I made it without cussin' Everybody leanin' and druggin', but I'm buggin' I told 'em they should lean on God, but I'm buggin'? Rap said to love these (ho!) but I'm buggin'? I fell in love, got married young, yeah I'm buggin' Hold up Schula I'm all about gettin' loot Sometimes you get money, sometimes it gets you If I ever sell my soul, write on that price tag "Gimme God, you can take everything that I ever had" What's money without peace, love without trust Success without friends, a crib with nobody in it, huh?
My conversations are deep Read the fine print I'ma make it happen, ain't waitin' any longer No time to rest when you tryna be a legend
Donald took oath New presidente Type 'a news make you need a presidente And if we go to war with Korea, don't worry Me and Kylie'll bring the Pepsi, ayy Shoutout to my ex Gotta say thanks for the stress If not, I would never left Then never been blessed with my next, ayy Looks don't count for much You can pull it off with the confidence It's just me and my confidants Got the best, gear up for the ambiance, yeah Mira, I wanted this since 12 When I used to beatbox like a brizelle When dibs said was ring-tonin' my next tail And Rory had the Astro jersey with Pharell sayin' "Uhh, watchu wanna do?" If ya do what you gotta, you can do what you wanna I got two terms, word to Obama No complainin' and no drama, mamba out
Yeah yeah Yeah yeah I asked Bellion what it's like winnin' Grammy's He told me that it's fool's gold if you losin' family I wouldn't care for 'em but I need the lettuce Catch 22 like I'm tryna tackle Lemon Box logo hoodie But I'm thinkin' out the box I know they say they kings but I feel like Rick Fox Sleepin' on the 6 train, missin' my stops, gettin' woke up by cops Like, man, they prolly thought I was schemin' Headphones in, I was dreamin' Of the team inside the fortress And the verses paid the mortgage For life, life, life, life, life
Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation now No time to rest when you tryna be a legend My conversations are deep Read the fine print Aim high Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation now Think about, think about, do you ever? Ever, ever Think about No time to rest when you tryna be a legend
I want to smell it I want to smell that hard work I want to smell it, I want to, I want to taste it Come here, come here, come here! What's this on your face? Nothing! Where the sweat boy! Oh, you're lucky Coach Boomer didn't give ya the salt lick!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
