You know I'm chasing cash every time I'm riding round, great verses never die, This shit is timeless now The way I'm rhyming now, I go pound for pound and still hold the crown London Town I'm holding down, Yeah you know I'm zoning now This just something to give em until the album, This just something that's gone shut up all the doubters This just something, came from nothing, Now I'm stunting and I'm buying What I wanted, while half of the game fronting I'm done with, these bitches and these lames, Hating on me mane whilst I'm flying on them planes I'm buying all them things that I wouldn't, And I'm out here doing all the things That they said that I couldn't, or I shouldn't I ain't listening, cos me I'm really bout it, That's the difference, and I tell the kids, go and get it in Cos no one can tell you no, It's your life, go and live it, live it
Now let it breathe Let it breathe Let it breathe, This music is all I really need, Let it breathe, agh
Still I'm going, still I'm flowing, So better than, my competition, My best friends, dead presidents I'm heaven sent, raising hell, I prevail, Go and ask your girl if you looking for my details She's saying he's ill, ain't stopping Till I see mills, that's just how I feel, It's a matter of my Will Get it, Mills, Phil and Will, I'm just chasing Banks, man I'm ill for real I'm still here, live in the same hood I used to, Only difference is 100k on my YouTube I've far from made it, just know I'm a little closer And I put that on my father, So I thank you Mr. Khosa Now I'm walking round in my 5s, In a pack of 4, that's me, One of my homies and a couple of these broads That's one for me and one for him, I tell a hoe to bring a friend, Call it a night at sunrise, Next weekend do it again I ain't trying to stunt but we just celebrating, I just dropped my debut mix tape And your boy just graduated So you know I do it major, I'm out here chasing paper, and I'm just trying to see it happen all Before I meet my maker
Now let it breathe Let it breathe Let it breathe, This music is all I really need, Let it breathe, agh
Smokin out, pourin up, Putting dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather And wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, Puttin dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather And wood, in my hood we call it buckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
