Darker
Yeah
Ayy
Yeah I've been going through some shit recently
Been kinda tough yeah
Making some fucking bangers that sound dope like this shit
Yeah shout out to the boy Ben, making this fucking track
Let's go, yeah ayy
Yeah I got that motivation, sit back and I rap out my frustrations
Cause me and you ain't got no correlation
Yeah don't need no damn donations
Yeah got so many girls, got me feeling the temptation yeah ayy
When I jump in I go darker than before, I want more, hit the floor
When I leave they always begging for one more, but I leave 'em at the door
Man I don't want to ignore, but I swore that I told you this before
I'm only looking for a dime
And I got too much damn time, man rap those fucking rhymes
Yeah I kill those bars, it should be labeled as a crime
Show me the ladder to the top and imma climb
Don't you cross the line yeah write my bars until they shine
Got me feeling so divine yeah
I thought you were mine, I guess I missed the sign
Call me up but I decline (Ayy)
Sit back and recline, I got that money on my mind
And I know I'm one of a kind, how the fuck am I not signed ahh (Yeah)
And I'm grinding every day, they got my music on replay
I wish I woulda stayed, I wish I had the mind to go my way
But I can't, so I write and then I rant
But that shit is in the past, like when all y'all used to chant (TRA)
I can't stop, like I said in the last mix
So I write and then I rap shit, off my back bitch
Done with all these tricks, writing raps like writing scripts
I make hits, I never miss, I can't admit, I drop that shit they think it's lit
I'll never quit, your bitch is whipped, the lyrics clicked
I'm always picked, you never skip my shit, I make that fucking tip ahh
I ain't messing with your chick if she don't have they drip drip
That bang shit, that hang shit
Cause I ain't messing 'round with no blank bitch
Put that money in the bank bitch, don't know who to thank bitch
Hope my shit don't tank bitch (Yeah)
Repping MN till the death, yeah that shit will have my last breath, but I'm glad I fucking left yeah
Yeah my life is amazing man writing an album that shit is so crazy
I ain't got time to be lazy
Do I like her I said maybe, but I don't call her baby
I ain't got time for the laddies
Cause I gotta get that Mercedes and there ain't nothing that'll faze me (Ahh)
Ayy
Yeah I've been going through some shit recently
Been kinda tough yeah
Making some fucking bangers that sound dope like this shit
Yeah shout out to the boy Ben, making this fucking track
Let's go, yeah ayy
Yeah I got that motivation, sit back and I rap out my frustrations
Cause me and you ain't got no correlation
Yeah don't need no damn donations
Yeah got so many girls, got me feeling the temptation yeah ayy
When I jump in I go darker than before, I want more, hit the floor
When I leave they always begging for one more, but I leave 'em at the door
Man I don't want to ignore, but I swore that I told you this before
I'm only looking for a dime
And I got too much damn time, man rap those fucking rhymes
Yeah I kill those bars, it should be labeled as a crime
Show me the ladder to the top and imma climb
Don't you cross the line yeah write my bars until they shine
Got me feeling so divine yeah
I thought you were mine, I guess I missed the sign
Call me up but I decline (Ayy)
Sit back and recline, I got that money on my mind
And I know I'm one of a kind, how the fuck am I not signed ahh (Yeah)
And I'm grinding every day, they got my music on replay
I wish I woulda stayed, I wish I had the mind to go my way
But I can't, so I write and then I rant
But that shit is in the past, like when all y'all used to chant (TRA)
I can't stop, like I said in the last mix
So I write and then I rap shit, off my back bitch
Done with all these tricks, writing raps like writing scripts
I make hits, I never miss, I can't admit, I drop that shit they think it's lit
I'll never quit, your bitch is whipped, the lyrics clicked
I'm always picked, you never skip my shit, I make that fucking tip ahh
I ain't messing with your chick if she don't have they drip drip
That bang shit, that hang shit
Cause I ain't messing 'round with no blank bitch
Put that money in the bank bitch, don't know who to thank bitch
Hope my shit don't tank bitch (Yeah)
Repping MN till the death, yeah that shit will have my last breath, but I'm glad I fucking left yeah
Yeah my life is amazing man writing an album that shit is so crazy
I ain't got time to be lazy
Do I like her I said maybe, but I don't call her baby
I ain't got time for the laddies
Cause I gotta get that Mercedes and there ain't nothing that'll faze me (Ahh)
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Writer(s): Tyler Aeschlimann
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