Arenas
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Lining up outside
And they jumping out their seats now
Started out with nothing
But we looking pretty clean now
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Started at the bottom
But we coming for the top though
Living in the basement
Now we strolling on the top floor
Not a dollar in my pocket
While I'm bumping ASAP rocky
Dreaming of some women and some chains and Bugatti's
Bringing major payne
To the weigh in
Like I'm Damon
I'm just saying
I'm not stupid
On the record being ruthless
I want a chauffeur and a driver
And some things to coincide ya
And my own private pilot
Switching lanes just like he tyga
And you thought you was above
But I'm standing right beside ya
And this shit is garunteed
Ain't no maybe sorta kinda
I'm cocky and I'm boasting
And I'm rocking and I'm rolling
On my pocket keep it toting
But I'm cocked and I'm reloaded
Tippy toeing ticky tacky
Take a toke and pass it back
Take a note and make it snappy
Take the road and don't look back
Snapping like some fingers
We just flat out inbetweeners
I'm a rapper not a singer
But I promise that you'll see us
On the big screen
With this big team
And I'm still rocking high tops
With the ripped jeans
In a six speed
Just copped the whip with the tinted windows
And we could be pushing triple but we still moving slow
And I don't got a five but got soggy indo
Colder than Alaska but I'm hotter than Winslow
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Lining up outside
And they jumping out their seats now
Started out with nothing
But we looking pretty clean now
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Started at the bottom
But we coming for the top though
Living in the basement
Now we strolling on the top floor
This shit is unintended
Unattended brain shit is missin
My shit is crooked I hate this shit I'm back to brickin
Fight pickin pack packin
Pistol packin chop and hack it
Fuck this hoe fuck this trick
Hate the thoughts it makes me sick
Breaks my brain she broke my bank
Didn't fuck cause her pussy stank
Fuck the dank fuck the drank
At this point It don't feel the same
At this point shit is fucked
But I done came up
Came up out the mud
Now I'm Throwin money at the club
Strippers shakin butt
Love me cause the way I came up
Came up broke without shit
Dirty jit
Next thing she takin pics
Cause she's with the kid
Shawty knows I'm with the shits
Cataclysmic arithmetic shit hits the fan
Stupid Manipulatin bitch tryed to call me misogynistic
Took myself for granted
Spaceship different story but we just landed that's the planet
Take it back rip it back
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Lining up outside
And they jumping out their seats now
Started out with nothing
But we looking pretty clean now
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Started at the bottom
But we coming for the top though
Living in the basement
Now we strolling on the top floor
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Lining up outside
And they jumping out their seats now
Started out with nothing
But we looking pretty clean now
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Started at the bottom
But we coming for the top though
Living in the basement
Now we strolling on the top floor
Not a dollar in my pocket
While I'm bumping ASAP rocky
Dreaming of some women and some chains and Bugatti's
Bringing major payne
To the weigh in
Like I'm Damon
I'm just saying
I'm not stupid
On the record being ruthless
I want a chauffeur and a driver
And some things to coincide ya
And my own private pilot
Switching lanes just like he tyga
And you thought you was above
But I'm standing right beside ya
And this shit is garunteed
Ain't no maybe sorta kinda
I'm cocky and I'm boasting
And I'm rocking and I'm rolling
On my pocket keep it toting
But I'm cocked and I'm reloaded
Tippy toeing ticky tacky
Take a toke and pass it back
Take a note and make it snappy
Take the road and don't look back
Snapping like some fingers
We just flat out inbetweeners
I'm a rapper not a singer
But I promise that you'll see us
On the big screen
With this big team
And I'm still rocking high tops
With the ripped jeans
In a six speed
Just copped the whip with the tinted windows
And we could be pushing triple but we still moving slow
And I don't got a five but got soggy indo
Colder than Alaska but I'm hotter than Winslow
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Lining up outside
And they jumping out their seats now
Started out with nothing
But we looking pretty clean now
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Started at the bottom
But we coming for the top though
Living in the basement
Now we strolling on the top floor
This shit is unintended
Unattended brain shit is missin
My shit is crooked I hate this shit I'm back to brickin
Fight pickin pack packin
Pistol packin chop and hack it
Fuck this hoe fuck this trick
Hate the thoughts it makes me sick
Breaks my brain she broke my bank
Didn't fuck cause her pussy stank
Fuck the dank fuck the drank
At this point It don't feel the same
At this point shit is fucked
But I done came up
Came up out the mud
Now I'm Throwin money at the club
Strippers shakin butt
Love me cause the way I came up
Came up broke without shit
Dirty jit
Next thing she takin pics
Cause she's with the kid
Shawty knows I'm with the shits
Cataclysmic arithmetic shit hits the fan
Stupid Manipulatin bitch tryed to call me misogynistic
Took myself for granted
Spaceship different story but we just landed that's the planet
Take it back rip it back
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Lining up outside
And they jumping out their seats now
Started out with nothing
But we looking pretty clean now
Still rocking raggy clothes
With a shitty pair of sneakers
Selling out arenas
And these people pay to see us
Started at the bottom
But we coming for the top though
Living in the basement
Now we strolling on the top floor
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Gammill
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