I Admit
I admit it I admit it
Young nigga by himself he countin up the digits
I admit it I admit
Body count rising while he countin up the bitches
I admit it i admit it
Body count rising while he downing all the snitches
Bitches play games like Harry Potter playing quidditch
Play games with me fuck around and get finished
I admit it I admit it
Grinding to the top I'll make it in a minute
Name Lourde but I keep on sinning
Used Take Ls but I keep on winning
I admit I admit it
I admit I admit it
I admit I admit it
I admit I admit it
I admit I ain't the same nigga I used to be
Keep doubting huncho and you gon see
Young nigga bound to make history
Cookin up heat no kitchen please
Ain't no missing with me
On a mission you see
Why these other niggas they trippin on me
Used to be my nigga but you flippin on me
Draymond green they be flopping on me
Can't name a lot of niggas that still rockin with me
Stealing my style man they jockin on me
Fuck wit me we get it poppin like grease
I'm on top in these streets
Chris bosh with the heat
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit that a nigga been out my out mind
Young nigga working he workin overtime
Diamond in the rough but he gon shine
Back to throne finna take what's mine
I admit it I admit it
Young nigga by himself he countin up the digits
I admit it I admit
Body count rising while he countin up the bitches
Young nigga by himself he countin up the digits
I admit it I admit
Body count rising while he countin up the bitches
I admit it i admit it
Body count rising while he downing all the snitches
Bitches play games like Harry Potter playing quidditch
Play games with me fuck around and get finished
I admit it I admit it
Grinding to the top I'll make it in a minute
Name Lourde but I keep on sinning
Used Take Ls but I keep on winning
I admit I admit it
I admit I admit it
I admit I admit it
I admit I admit it
I admit I ain't the same nigga I used to be
Keep doubting huncho and you gon see
Young nigga bound to make history
Cookin up heat no kitchen please
Ain't no missing with me
On a mission you see
Why these other niggas they trippin on me
Used to be my nigga but you flippin on me
Draymond green they be flopping on me
Can't name a lot of niggas that still rockin with me
Stealing my style man they jockin on me
Fuck wit me we get it poppin like grease
I'm on top in these streets
Chris bosh with the heat
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit it I admit it
I'll admit that a nigga been out my out mind
Young nigga working he workin overtime
Diamond in the rough but he gon shine
Back to throne finna take what's mine
I admit it I admit it
Young nigga by himself he countin up the digits
I admit it I admit
Body count rising while he countin up the bitches
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Writer(s): James Fitzgerald Smith
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