I'm the new guy on the block now Say you from the school of hard knocks boy you dropped out I don't see the credentials I don't see the potential Every night I'm in my room with a pad and a pencil Said no to the fuck shit These days who knows what trust is I'm just tryna make moves and get up quick And you know that we are nothing to be fucked with Man I just want a million I just want a billion I just wanna be in a room full of Brazilians I just wanna travel over seas Goin' crazy over me Getting high eatin' pizza with Sicilians And I don't care what you say Imma be on top like the toupee Imma skirt skirt in a coopay Oops I mean a coop tho Fuck you motherfuckers in a loop hole I'll get my money fast homie you slow And I take fatties and you take little ones And you talking shit with a tank with a little gun And I got nothing But time got nothing But rhymes in my coming Soon like I'm fucking the time on My soundcloud's lit I been my sound proud shit I been on my bow-down shit Cause I feel like the king of my type And nobody's like me and that's all right Feeling so good and gracious Been so patient I always try to stray away from fake shit The money won't come to those who waitin' Gotta get it now before the shit erases Gettin' faded in different places Meetin' people, seein' different faces Way too gone to remember the names I never got used to it cause it's never the same Woah
The Wake Up The Wake Up The Wake Up
Man please don't hit my phone when I'm busy Matter of fact, don't hit my phone at all Don't hit my email with some shit that won't make me money Matter of fact, I'm ignoring it all Where were you when there was no one to call Had to fuck around and teach my damn self how to dribble the ball And everybody wanna laugh when you ain't that good And they say I can't rap cause I ain't that hood And they say I can't rap cause I ain't got culture Prayin' on the game like a vulture Fuck you and fuck you is what I say I could probably throw a TD on a one eye'd play I could probably sell water to a fish Fellin' like a gotta put a wish I just wanna see the world with my bitch One day imma help all of my homies get rich Watch everyone who doubted get ditched Yo, been a long a road Been a long time One day my show's gonna have a long line Imma sell out the tickets and yell out to bitches They show me the booty and yell out their digits I'm the type to hit em' and probably call again Cause next time she gonna even probably call her friend Then next next time she gonna call a friend and call a friend and all a sudden now you know she's bringing all her friends, oh Boy I'm awaken Bringing home the bacon Everybody told me stay patient If I waited long enough I'd probably be impatient So I stopped waiting, I started chasing I need it now, I need it now more than ever Momma raised me more than clever I don't know nobody who know me better As of now my life here is an open letter, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
