Arcadia
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Im getting straight to the bag
They want everything i have
Had to leave em in the past
They all said that i would crash
But i am built to last
Comin for the top, that's facts
Cop the whip, do the dash
Kill the beat, no cap
All these boys so mad
But that is not my problem
Them is yours, go solve em
Y'all stressin, i ain't bothered
Hakuna matata
Boy i am not yo fatha
But i am getting fartha
Look at me, i'm way smarta
Y'all should believe me by now
I'm so far ahead of these clowns
I won't never let y'all down
They all flockin to my sound
All the haters got a frown
They still livin on the ground
Never sold bricks by the pound
But the boy getting loud
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Boy i swear none of y'all ahead of me
None of y'all are a threat to me
Yea, this music is my remedy
Nah, ion need yo sympathy
Run up on me, take a flick w me
I am at a higher entity
All these girls so into me
Why yo mans want a pic wit me
Tryna claim that he a friend of me
But i aint never met him
214 is what i'm reppin
Sent threats, but where the message
I'm on top, i got the leverage
You on bottom, get to steppin
Lil boy, you a peasant
I bust out the box, like a present
Ice on my wrist, i'm flexin
Look around me, i'm protected
Gotta stay away from the jakes
(Jakes)
They show love to my face
(Face)
Then get behind me, start to hate
(Hate)
Wanna be here cuz the fame
(Fame)
But i ain't got time for the fake
(Fake)
Cuz it's time to hit the stage
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Im getting straight to the bag
They want everything i have
Had to leave em in the past
They all said that i would crash
But i am built to last
Comin for the top, that's facts
Cop the whip, do the dash
Kill the beat, no cap
All these boys so mad
But that is not my problem
Them is yours, go solve em
Y'all stressin, i ain't bothered
Hakuna matata
Boy i am not yo fatha
But i am getting fartha
Look at me, i'm way smarta
Y'all should believe me by now
I'm so far ahead of these clowns
I won't never let y'all down
They all flockin to my sound
All the haters got a frown
They still livin on the ground
Never sold bricks by the pound
But the boy getting loud
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Boy i swear none of y'all ahead of me
None of y'all are a threat to me
Yea, this music is my remedy
Nah, ion need yo sympathy
Run up on me, take a flick w me
I am at a higher entity
All these girls so into me
Why yo mans want a pic wit me
Tryna claim that he a friend of me
But i aint never met him
214 is what i'm reppin
Sent threats, but where the message
I'm on top, i got the leverage
You on bottom, get to steppin
Lil boy, you a peasant
I bust out the box, like a present
Ice on my wrist, i'm flexin
Look around me, i'm protected
Gotta stay away from the jakes
(Jakes)
They show love to my face
(Face)
Then get behind me, start to hate
(Hate)
Wanna be here cuz the fame
(Fame)
But i ain't got time for the fake
(Fake)
Cuz it's time to hit the stage
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Now it's time for me to blow, woah
You want tickets to my show, no
All these girls up in my phone, hoes
Cuz my wrist is on fro-zone
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Static
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