[Verse One] Once upon a time I's a lil kid on my grind Used to count nickels and dimes Tryna save up for the studio I'll fuck around now, hit the booth Burn that mu-fuckin' bitch to the ground! We the shit now Hit em' with the DOO DOO Brrrr Bust the shottie out Hit em' with a round What's the body count? Nother man down Y'all forgot about me? Well, hands down, I'm the man now, yeah Superpowers I attained! Spit like choppers, spin them blades Me and you are not the same, no I might pop up in the game Yelling Allahu Akbar with grenades Shit! Killers from the burbs We murdering every tune Whatchu know about a dude Since twenty-oh-one-two Who done bodied every single lil rapper at his school I be shittin' on opponents Like monkeys I flung poo My money has now grew I fund my whole crew Yeah, all we do is win So fuck it, I won't lose Till chickens up in the coop Are coming home to roost I'm the winner winner chicken dinner DUCK DUCK GOOSE! We got A.K.T On the beat Coming with the straight heat So I had to chop it up without a turn a kit Murder is imminent Entering the level of limitless I spit it quick So gotta be dropping da hottest on Internet!
[Chorus] Been so long, man it's been so long Yeah! Whole life waiting for da call Damn! Lot of people told me I was never gon' make it well You can tell them haters they wrong! Shyeah! Little boy grew up so tall Woo! Mama lil boy finna ball Whoa! Used to pray to God that I'd make it to the top Now I pray to God, that I don't fall
[Verse Two] Pray-pray-pray-pray Pray to God I don't fall! Once upon a time I was living like a dog On the bottom of the pile Where the people did me wrong My whole life I done spent it waiting for da call- That we popped off! We gon' get the money, fuck a knockoff! Gunnin' like I'm runnin' from a cop car Whoa! Gotta slow I been heading for heaven like I'm a ghost I be rapping like my life is depending on what I flow So I make that money that dough! I'm telling every one of you suckers- You was never gon' blow See da door? I would head for the exit and go home- Boo hoo No no Rap. Ain't. No. Joke At a minimal I'm finna go Killing beats like a criminal At maximum I'm finna be climbing up all the way to the pinnacle I figured I'd have to fight So picking a scrap an attacking at your life When I'm striking back as fast as lightning flashes at you in the night!
[Chorus] Been so long, man it's been so long Yeah! Whole life waiting for da call Damn! Lot of people told me I was never gon' make it well You can tell them haters they wrong! Shyeah! Little boy grew up so tall Woo! Mama lil boy finna ball Whoa! Used to pray to god that I'd make it to the top Now I pray to god, that I don't fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
