Slo
Iam$upreme
All crazy
When I first heard this beat I was like oh shit
Versace gloves help me get a grip
But I ain't really with the fashion shit
Need my flows to be accurate
So I stay up on a late night
My shit bump like a rash
Kill this shit be my tasks
Fuck swag got class
Tuck my napkin in my shirt
Another few year check what I'm worth
Come up so clean but he came from the dirt
Put on a beat and I bet it get murked
I had to work I had search
For that potential inside of my body
Deliver with passion so niggas can't copy
Lebron in the lane you niggas can't stop me
Woah
Yeah yeah
Snatch up my bag when I walk through the lobby
She give me that sloppy and buss up Pilates
I'm build off confidence they say I'm cocky
Woah
Yeah
Understand I am anointed I am pointed
Spitting this lyrical poison
All on your girl skin like ointment
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
It's some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
It's some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
Yeah
I want some more can't get enough
I been looking at the Bentley truck
Compartment ride with the semi tuck
Really I never believed in luck
Hard work and some elbow grease
That's what the universe telling me
I'm feeling tall as Bill Bellamy
Riding, smoking on my celery
Hard, yeah
Only way I know how to go
Grinding for a minute
Put in them hours now I can change my zip code
Use to rock a curly fro
Was young and naive had to grow
Tryna sell every seat at my show
Live through these bars but I need some parole
Oh what a feeling achieving my goals
Shit is too cold
Splitting the pole
Put some Supreme
Roll you some dough
Niggas stay high cause a nigga been low
Walking this battle been looking for balance
Say that I'm great
I accepted the challenge
Jump off the phone money talk with accountants
When you work this hard don't give a fuck about talent
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
Get some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
Get some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye...
All crazy
When I first heard this beat I was like oh shit
Versace gloves help me get a grip
But I ain't really with the fashion shit
Need my flows to be accurate
So I stay up on a late night
My shit bump like a rash
Kill this shit be my tasks
Fuck swag got class
Tuck my napkin in my shirt
Another few year check what I'm worth
Come up so clean but he came from the dirt
Put on a beat and I bet it get murked
I had to work I had search
For that potential inside of my body
Deliver with passion so niggas can't copy
Lebron in the lane you niggas can't stop me
Woah
Yeah yeah
Snatch up my bag when I walk through the lobby
She give me that sloppy and buss up Pilates
I'm build off confidence they say I'm cocky
Woah
Yeah
Understand I am anointed I am pointed
Spitting this lyrical poison
All on your girl skin like ointment
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
It's some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
It's some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
Yeah
I want some more can't get enough
I been looking at the Bentley truck
Compartment ride with the semi tuck
Really I never believed in luck
Hard work and some elbow grease
That's what the universe telling me
I'm feeling tall as Bill Bellamy
Riding, smoking on my celery
Hard, yeah
Only way I know how to go
Grinding for a minute
Put in them hours now I can change my zip code
Use to rock a curly fro
Was young and naive had to grow
Tryna sell every seat at my show
Live through these bars but I need some parole
Oh what a feeling achieving my goals
Shit is too cold
Splitting the pole
Put some Supreme
Roll you some dough
Niggas stay high cause a nigga been low
Walking this battle been looking for balance
Say that I'm great
I accepted the challenge
Jump off the phone money talk with accountants
When you work this hard don't give a fuck about talent
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
Get some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
I can't slow
Oh no no, oh no no
I can't slow
I'm too focused on that paper
I want dough that don't fold
Stack it up stack it up
Get some mo
I'm too focused on that paper
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye...
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Writer(s): Levon Cary
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