40 Below
Heating up the summer like I'm supposed to do it
If I ain't the one at the top then I'm the closest to it
I don't care what you doing homey I'm chasing checks
I heard the shots fired, they ain't graze me yet
Before you walk in my shoes, try taking baby steps
Took a lot of plotting to get me popping I don't regret
A dollar spent on studio sessions I had to mix down
Now the doors open and labels want me to sit down
Gather round me my niggas I got a gem to drop
Most niggas won't see your vision, they got the fetty wap
You still got to get yours, so dead that
If they don't want to help you kick doors in, tell them get back
Anything I ever said, I meant that, Dead ass
Getting to the paper quick and tricking off the bread fast
Used to fly economy now everything is upgraded
Don't got to worry no more momma, your son made it
This is for the youngins with ambition
No food in their fridges and barely a pot to piss in
If I can make it you can make it too, just got to listen
Choose your own path, and deal with your own decisions
Get it on your own, no handout, dead that
Niggas sleeping on you?
Let them rest, that's their nap
Everybody gonna come around once you level up
Thirsty bitches calling your phone, don't ever pick it up
Niggas gonna say that they fucked with you since the jungle gym
You don't got to fuck with them, wish those niggas good luck and bend
The corner in your foreign car
Stars on the roof reflecting off of your Audemar
You're more than what you thought you are
You see how I can mumble on the track
Little uzi in the vert, Lil yachty in the back
Playboy with the carti, a little this a little that
Pump a lil perk, gimmie this, gimmie that
They don't like how I'm rapping, I'm giving niggas hell
They can touch the vision, in giving niggas Braille
Want to fuck with my blood, them niggas sickle cell
I'll catch a body for my fam, use my mittens well
Bitch nosy, got her Scottie Pippen on
Hating in the dark, I see green, night vision on
Watching Friday on the roof while your shorty below
It's getting cold for you niggas, this 40 below
If I ain't the one at the top then I'm the closest to it
I don't care what you doing homey I'm chasing checks
I heard the shots fired, they ain't graze me yet
Before you walk in my shoes, try taking baby steps
Took a lot of plotting to get me popping I don't regret
A dollar spent on studio sessions I had to mix down
Now the doors open and labels want me to sit down
Gather round me my niggas I got a gem to drop
Most niggas won't see your vision, they got the fetty wap
You still got to get yours, so dead that
If they don't want to help you kick doors in, tell them get back
Anything I ever said, I meant that, Dead ass
Getting to the paper quick and tricking off the bread fast
Used to fly economy now everything is upgraded
Don't got to worry no more momma, your son made it
This is for the youngins with ambition
No food in their fridges and barely a pot to piss in
If I can make it you can make it too, just got to listen
Choose your own path, and deal with your own decisions
Get it on your own, no handout, dead that
Niggas sleeping on you?
Let them rest, that's their nap
Everybody gonna come around once you level up
Thirsty bitches calling your phone, don't ever pick it up
Niggas gonna say that they fucked with you since the jungle gym
You don't got to fuck with them, wish those niggas good luck and bend
The corner in your foreign car
Stars on the roof reflecting off of your Audemar
You're more than what you thought you are
You see how I can mumble on the track
Little uzi in the vert, Lil yachty in the back
Playboy with the carti, a little this a little that
Pump a lil perk, gimmie this, gimmie that
They don't like how I'm rapping, I'm giving niggas hell
They can touch the vision, in giving niggas Braille
Want to fuck with my blood, them niggas sickle cell
I'll catch a body for my fam, use my mittens well
Bitch nosy, got her Scottie Pippen on
Hating in the dark, I see green, night vision on
Watching Friday on the roof while your shorty below
It's getting cold for you niggas, this 40 below
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Writer(s): Charles Mills
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