Yo!
Told 'em wait
I cannot hear that shit
When I'm talking it's dangerous
I gotta spit like my lifes on the line
So I can't be losing or lying if I ain't finishing
Got no time for a pessimist
Gotta write a rhyme no finessing bitch
And I ain't change for no pocket change
Beats stay live like I got a twitch
And I'm back on you I retired twice
Michael Jordan vibe then I roll the dice
Cause I'm feeling lucky and I ain't done
And I'm out the box like a ray gun
Gotta prove the shit bitch I'm certified
Man fuck this shit it ain't worth my time
No I ain't sitting back
Got em all quitting rap
Needed me a big house
Tight like a swimming cap
Nothing to my name yet
Flowing till my name gets
Bigger than the Eiffel
But you still paying debt
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
Man fuck it what's the point of holding back yeah
I'm cocky but nerdy,
No comments can hurt me
I'm writings down bars
And my pockets stay wordy
I'm wondering why I'm
All high key and flirty
Bust out the auto-tune
Women they hurt me
I'm ready for war
You ready for dinner
My pockets obese
Yours getting thinner
My furniture foreign
Ikea be hitting
Wake up in the morning
And due time I be spitting
Beats sound insane got me Hannibal lectors
I'm schooling these rappers bitch I'm the professor
Ill go rock a turtleneck under a sweater
Pretentious businessman up in my header
If you think it's bad shit must work
White girl break her back from trying to twerk
Got the Air Force ones and the lulelemon
Shit is just a habit only took me a second
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
Man fuck it what's the point of holding back yeah
I put that shit back like I'm Shaq in the paint
But this is more than 3 seconds, I ain't
Done, acting like brees I'm a saint
Windows up blasting this I might just faint
(Uhh)
Needed a couple years to figure out what the fuck I was just doing
And now that I'm doing it, there's no redoing it you know I'm committed you know I'm pursuing it
Bad boy rolling up quick in my mom's whip
Gotta admit bank account look like shit
But I'm gonna spit like I meant for it
You say I need drip only need one fit
Telling me yo those are big boy speeds
Needed my beats like birds need seeds
Shits 3D like she packing double d's
Tryna see cause all I wanna do is succeed uh
I cannot hear that shit
When I'm talking it's dangerous
I gotta spit like my lifes on the line
So I can't be losing or lying if I ain't finishing
Got no time for a pessimist
Gotta write a rhyme no finessing bitch
And I ain't change for no pocket change
Beats stay live like I got a twitch
And I'm back on you I retired twice
Michael Jordan vibe then I roll the dice
Cause I'm feeling lucky and I ain't done
And I'm out the box like a ray gun
Gotta prove the shit bitch I'm certified
Man fuck this shit it ain't worth my time
No I ain't sitting back
Got em all quitting rap
Needed me a big house
Tight like a swimming cap
Nothing to my name yet
Flowing till my name gets
Bigger than the Eiffel
But you still paying debt
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
Man fuck it what's the point of holding back yeah
I'm cocky but nerdy,
No comments can hurt me
I'm writings down bars
And my pockets stay wordy
I'm wondering why I'm
All high key and flirty
Bust out the auto-tune
Women they hurt me
I'm ready for war
You ready for dinner
My pockets obese
Yours getting thinner
My furniture foreign
Ikea be hitting
Wake up in the morning
And due time I be spitting
Beats sound insane got me Hannibal lectors
I'm schooling these rappers bitch I'm the professor
Ill go rock a turtleneck under a sweater
Pretentious businessman up in my header
If you think it's bad shit must work
White girl break her back from trying to twerk
Got the Air Force ones and the lulelemon
Shit is just a habit only took me a second
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
They said YO Man you gotta relax
You gotta relax
Yo man you gotta relax
Man fuck it what's the point of holding back yeah
I put that shit back like I'm Shaq in the paint
But this is more than 3 seconds, I ain't
Done, acting like brees I'm a saint
Windows up blasting this I might just faint
(Uhh)
Needed a couple years to figure out what the fuck I was just doing
And now that I'm doing it, there's no redoing it you know I'm committed you know I'm pursuing it
Bad boy rolling up quick in my mom's whip
Gotta admit bank account look like shit
But I'm gonna spit like I meant for it
You say I need drip only need one fit
Telling me yo those are big boy speeds
Needed my beats like birds need seeds
Shits 3D like she packing double d's
Tryna see cause all I wanna do is succeed uh
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Matos
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