(Brooklyn, Trinidad, Uh, Listen...) My teachers even doubted me saying I wouldn't be here Went from making ramen now lobster is all I eat here Tried to run my race but there's something you can't compete here Every time they subbing I'm asking for them to be clear
On the road to the riches We never mess' with opps You either told or you snitchin', never foldin' or flippin' Sеlling souls for the gold we be diggin' Always aimin' for your top likе them holdin' the Smithson just wait-
You ever see your dreams knocking at your doorsteps? But partin' ways with the past is like the [?] Mixed breed imma lion with a dog vest They ask my team probably winnin' we just all blessed I never met no youngin' lit-er than me I'm moon walking on my haters its a thriller to see I'm from a city where you either go to war or retreat It's a place where you can fall of your feet, I know its hard to believe
From a hood where you do the crime or do the time The only youngin' in my bracket made a cooler rhyme I got them [knoddin'?] like the lace without the [shooter tie?] And subbin' me is like you asking for that suicide My flow is sicker than these rappers, check up Looking for my luck and I'm sorry I'm just blessed up Tryna get it now, they worry bout who next up Focused on my money yeah my haters thinkin lesser Struggling to the riches staying focused on business Trini ting, floss on my haters without the dentist Now they tryna invent it, putting me on they hitlist Move quick, shine like a diamond because I been lit
I'm 15 with some big dreams My hitters bully but the action make some big scenes They throwin' dirt all on my name but I been clean Gas to the metal like my rim clean, wavy like a swim team They say I got bar you better make a cell for me But if my money long enough then put up bail for me I got this game on lock without the jail on me And got the city on they knees all hail to me
I think I start to see my caliber My time I coming check the calendar Young Dev the greatest I dare somebody go after her I got my ring up in this game without The Bachelor Nah you never passing us Get out your feeling Devyn I know you chilling Devyn You learned a lesson from your L's that's why you winning Devyn I know its crazy when you lookin at your livin' You know that in the future you gonna probably own some buildings Devyn I left some people in the past that's where I keep her Some hitters always hatin' I act like I don't see 'em They tryna take my path the half way is route [?] It's airplane mode every time I'm in these meetings
The big dogs askin' is your ready for it Man throw a million on the table and I'm bettin' on it It's only Nike cause these haters always checkin' for me The devil knockin' at my door but only blessings for me I'm blessed...
(Young Devyn in the building man, listens she's..she's in my lineup) (I messed up I said I was 15, I'm 16) (Listen she's in my lineup. Understand what I'm saying? I don't know what you got lined up for me but young Devyn is in my lineup) (You want more?) (Yo...Oh!) (You about to secure your lineup) (Oh okay)
Uh I'm looking for fakes But when I pull up watch the look on they face I move quick my ducks quack take a look on the tapes Couple lions in my jungle we be cookin' the snakes So much stars all in my vision like I looked in the wraith Haters waitin' till I'm tired but I couldn't deflate I jug and I chase the struggle man you wouldn't relate Mama workin' two jobs and ramen noodles on plates I got a call the other day my brother booked for a case, let me catch it
Uh, yeah. Listen Uh, my life is different I missed a couple shots but never pivot Money made it my business I wash' em up like some dishes Debating on the youngin', gifted like it was Christmas Tryna get out the ghetto like when you gettin' evicted, wait I'm too fly I never needed no passport We touch down and move in like it's a task force You speaking on me but really I never asked for it Got the whole city on my back like it's Jansport I was on the block contemplating how to level up They can imitate me but just know they wasn't never us Down into a hundred had to flip it like a wrestler 16 with a big dream never seconded up
It's my time and y'all walkin' on a fine line I'm seeing through them like the glasses in the wine dine It's prime time I'm pullin' up like surprise slimes [?] on that visa, you call a youngin' Einstein I was always told you either get it or you get back Speakin' on my hitters UFC with this kickback Tired of being broke it's crunch time like a six pack They mans can get this heat when I divide you like a KitKat Grew up out the projects Man I vexed With hitters with 9 tecs pretend you the hot flesh Your pockets filled with lint you gadda make that dime stretch My moms can't do it on her own so I'm stressed, yeah...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
