793
I'm draped in Louis and Gucci
Maybe we can put the seats back and laugh at a movie
Or even scream, or cry, whatever you feel at the moment
They all end the same, grab you by the reigns like I'm Roman
I peek at the streams it reads 793
I'm in disbelief when I listen thinking nah that's not me
It's too clean it's too smooth to be exactly what I dreamt of
I'm tryna reach the point to where my albums in the best of
I'm tryna rank up, get the levels equal to final bosses
I do it often, the flow with faucets
Without Farrah, fair well to all the silly cats
Rather make a buck and grab a bud like dilly dilly ads
Where we really at, Im making hits to shake your ass to
I'm making music with my heart because I feel I have to
I'm not the one that you should feel comfortable talking back to
I need to move on from the ones that I am so attached to
Look out for myself, and look out below
Wanted this forever ever since I wiped my snotty nose
I'm not playing games, woke up and smelled the roses
I'm writing this in stone until the fucking chapter closes
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
I got the confidence I'm cocky so you better watch me
My shits finger licking like your girl smashing Takis
I could probably classify my lyrics as an anomaly
Running circles round these squares like monopoly
Waiting to win, patiently, so patiently
I'm working till I see results and the throne into vacancy
King shits dead, honestly really makes me cringe
Open up the door of chances, or rip it up off the hinge
Spotify solidified this spot of mine
No one can make it they don't posses as cold of mind as I
I'm writing like a mad man, some of it ends in trash can
Some of y'all take a pill to chase your demons like you Pac-Man
Drink some water before you dehydrate
You primate, ooh and ah when I release my tape
Who knows, sold out shows could be my fate
Demand starts to increase so then I must migrate
I'm living risky, it's fishy to non believers
Don't doubt me I'm sick with the way I can catch a fever
As the years go by the numbers increase
Give props to me I'm writing till the prophecy is complete
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
Maybe we can put the seats back and laugh at a movie
Or even scream, or cry, whatever you feel at the moment
They all end the same, grab you by the reigns like I'm Roman
I peek at the streams it reads 793
I'm in disbelief when I listen thinking nah that's not me
It's too clean it's too smooth to be exactly what I dreamt of
I'm tryna reach the point to where my albums in the best of
I'm tryna rank up, get the levels equal to final bosses
I do it often, the flow with faucets
Without Farrah, fair well to all the silly cats
Rather make a buck and grab a bud like dilly dilly ads
Where we really at, Im making hits to shake your ass to
I'm making music with my heart because I feel I have to
I'm not the one that you should feel comfortable talking back to
I need to move on from the ones that I am so attached to
Look out for myself, and look out below
Wanted this forever ever since I wiped my snotty nose
I'm not playing games, woke up and smelled the roses
I'm writing this in stone until the fucking chapter closes
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
I got the confidence I'm cocky so you better watch me
My shits finger licking like your girl smashing Takis
I could probably classify my lyrics as an anomaly
Running circles round these squares like monopoly
Waiting to win, patiently, so patiently
I'm working till I see results and the throne into vacancy
King shits dead, honestly really makes me cringe
Open up the door of chances, or rip it up off the hinge
Spotify solidified this spot of mine
No one can make it they don't posses as cold of mind as I
I'm writing like a mad man, some of it ends in trash can
Some of y'all take a pill to chase your demons like you Pac-Man
Drink some water before you dehydrate
You primate, ooh and ah when I release my tape
Who knows, sold out shows could be my fate
Demand starts to increase so then I must migrate
I'm living risky, it's fishy to non believers
Don't doubt me I'm sick with the way I can catch a fever
As the years go by the numbers increase
Give props to me I'm writing till the prophecy is complete
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
793, 793, yeah
793, 793
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Writer(s): Sean Storr
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