Stranger Things
Record after record it's a hit
I feel That I am legit
I'm makin moves I'm doin shit
It's dilemma on the track so you know it's gone be a hit
Resting planet did the beat so you know this shit legit
Aye
It's Dilemma
In the booth
Right now
Lets get it lets drop that beat again
Kill this shit
All my ice is really shining
All these lights are really blinding
It's young dell up in the cut
Im just chillin y'all should try it
But my girl she been impatient
And my brain that shit been vacant
I got hoes up in my DM's
Take a step back cuz I'm taken
I be rappin to this beat
Come with heat
That's what the homies said
In the studio, cloudy days
Runnin it back in this bitch
Tryna make it, searching for the paper
Stop me end up in a ditch
I'm just tryna make some money
Get a check
Count some commas
Fuck the drama
Spend some bands on my mama
Make sure that my family set
Never claimed to be a thug,
But you know I got them guns
Three deep up in this bitch, don't disrespect cuz this the set
In the studio got homies coming through and that's a bet
Ice up on my neck that shit be lookin hella wet
All these people love me for the money I'm upset imma go and buy a vest
Ye Just to block out all the stress aye
And my girl she say i'm stressed
I just be searching for money
I'm just searching for this shit
Aye ye aye
I'm just searching for this shit
My homie he killing this shit
He killed this beat
He made this shit
I killed this shit
I feel That I am legit
I'm makin moves I'm doin shit
It's dilemma on the track so you know it's gone be a hit
Resting planet did the beat so you know this shit legit
Aye
It's Dilemma
In the booth
Right now
Lets get it lets drop that beat again
Kill this shit
All my ice is really shining
All these lights are really blinding
It's young dell up in the cut
Im just chillin y'all should try it
But my girl she been impatient
And my brain that shit been vacant
I got hoes up in my DM's
Take a step back cuz I'm taken
I be rappin to this beat
Come with heat
That's what the homies said
In the studio, cloudy days
Runnin it back in this bitch
Tryna make it, searching for the paper
Stop me end up in a ditch
I'm just tryna make some money
Get a check
Count some commas
Fuck the drama
Spend some bands on my mama
Make sure that my family set
Never claimed to be a thug,
But you know I got them guns
Three deep up in this bitch, don't disrespect cuz this the set
In the studio got homies coming through and that's a bet
Ice up on my neck that shit be lookin hella wet
All these people love me for the money I'm upset imma go and buy a vest
Ye Just to block out all the stress aye
And my girl she say i'm stressed
I just be searching for money
I'm just searching for this shit
Aye ye aye
I'm just searching for this shit
My homie he killing this shit
He killed this beat
He made this shit
I killed this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Nalbandian
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