Lot 2 Say
I tell em
You ain't have to wake up mom when she xanned out
Handshakes from the fakes, fuck a hand out
Knew I had to be one, imma stand out
Now we burning rubber, had to go the band route
Leave my demons in the past when I fast forward
Do the dash, put the cash on the dashboard
Crazy how the bad times used to last more
Take a mission off the planet fuck a passport
Had to see it clear, all people do is cheer
Got me hooping like I'm Kyrie on the Cavaliers
Never had a fear, all I ever had was faith
All they ever did was hate
But that don't bother me, I know that my pockets straight
Im on my broccoli
Honestly I got the crown but you the king of comedy
I was breaking bread, back when I ain't have a loaf
Cooking in the kitchen back when niggas didn't have a stove (Yuh)
Why these niggas get a Twitter and then do the most
They don't hit you on the phone, all they do is post
Then you catch him lacking, why the nigga going ghost
Casper, nigga not a rapper you an actor
Rambo the X factor, you a renegade
Bitch I been a great, all these other niggas been Afraid
And it's no debate, you a minute man,
But you bout a minute late, guess he took the bait
Leave you on the curb, if the nigga chasing clout
Make it rain every day, but you on a drought
Late nights at the gym, shit my dad would fuss about
I ain't beat the street lights home, I'd buss em out
Leave my demons in the past when I fast forward
Do the dash, put the cash on the dashboard
Crazy how the bad times used to last more
Take a mission off the planet fuck a passport
Had to see it clear, all people do is cheer
Got me hooping like I'm Kyrie on the Cavaliers
Never had a fear, all I ever had was faith
All they ever did was hate
Say a prayer for my enemies
Keep the squad flyer than a runway
Niggas thanking god, but it's only on a Sunday
Maybe someday, Spit another round
And then we put you underground and have you riding in the subway
Bitch we going up, you can check the latitude
You not stepping on my avenue
Only showing gratitude, married to my dreams with a wedding ring
Imma show the world attitude controls everything
You ain't have to wake up mom when she xanned out
Handshakes from the fakes, fuck a hand out
Knew I had to be one, imma stand out
Now we burning rubber, had to go the band route
Leave my demons in the past when I fast forward
Do the dash, put the cash on the dashboard
Crazy how the bad times used to last more
Take a mission off the planet fuck a passport
Had to see it clear, all people do is cheer
Got me hooping like I'm Kyrie on the Cavaliers
Never had a fear, all I ever had was faith
All they ever did was hate
But that don't bother me, I know that my pockets straight
Im on my broccoli
Honestly I got the crown but you the king of comedy
I was breaking bread, back when I ain't have a loaf
Cooking in the kitchen back when niggas didn't have a stove (Yuh)
Why these niggas get a Twitter and then do the most
They don't hit you on the phone, all they do is post
Then you catch him lacking, why the nigga going ghost
Casper, nigga not a rapper you an actor
Rambo the X factor, you a renegade
Bitch I been a great, all these other niggas been Afraid
And it's no debate, you a minute man,
But you bout a minute late, guess he took the bait
Leave you on the curb, if the nigga chasing clout
Make it rain every day, but you on a drought
Late nights at the gym, shit my dad would fuss about
I ain't beat the street lights home, I'd buss em out
Leave my demons in the past when I fast forward
Do the dash, put the cash on the dashboard
Crazy how the bad times used to last more
Take a mission off the planet fuck a passport
Had to see it clear, all people do is cheer
Got me hooping like I'm Kyrie on the Cavaliers
Never had a fear, all I ever had was faith
All they ever did was hate
Say a prayer for my enemies
Keep the squad flyer than a runway
Niggas thanking god, but it's only on a Sunday
Maybe someday, Spit another round
And then we put you underground and have you riding in the subway
Bitch we going up, you can check the latitude
You not stepping on my avenue
Only showing gratitude, married to my dreams with a wedding ring
Imma show the world attitude controls everything
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Writer(s): Rajuan Boyd
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