Faster

Long as we ain't moving backwards
Flip the switch, and then I run it Faster
Promise I'm not really average
This a craft I'm gonna master
I'm doing push-ups and eating my vitamins
Andy going in again, aye
Just as long as we ain't moving backwards
Flip the switch and run it faster
Promise I'm not really average
This a craft I'm gonna master
Just as long as we ain't moving backwards
Long as we ain't moving backwards
Long as we ain't, moving

Long as we ain't moving backwards, gotta go up
I be workin' all day, before I gotta pour up
I be grinding all week, so they bout to know us
20k in 30 days, yeah he gettin' close, bruh
But that ain't gettin' to my head
I'm lookin' at 100k, and stacking bread
You lookin' at me running plays, you on the bench
Now it's survival of the fittest
You lookin' like you tripping
I'm making good decisions
Oh that's your girl, don't tempt me
I'll take her swiftly, it won't be shit G
And now they watching how I move
They watching cuz I blew, but I be in the stu
Take notes, then do it too

Flip the switch, and then I run it faster
Promise I'm not really average
This a craft I'm gonna master
I'm doin' push-ups and eating my vitamins
Andy going in again aye
Just as long as we ain't moving backwards
Flip the switch and run it faster
Promise I'm not really average
This a craft I'm gonna master
Just as long as we ain't moving backwards
Long as we ain't moving backwards
Long as we ain't, moving

All that hate ain't making you no dollas
Hold up, matter fact, it only make me hotter
Labels calling, independent, we declining offers
If it ain't M's I ain't a talker so don't even bother
That lil' money that you flexing on the gram
That your life savings, but I make it in a couple days
I can play with commas, commas, commas
All throughout the day
Hop up on the beat, they listen, they feel every word I say
I keep em' saying, Dorsey he the man
All he do is ball out, he been sticking to the plan
Yeah, I'm on, that's why I'm always gone
Jumping on the flight I don't know when I'm coming home
Imma touch down in the city, do my dance, and see some titties doe
Slide in wit a bad bitch I might slip and fall off in her throat
They just gotta view the stories, they can see the real
I be running up a bag, catch me in the hills



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Writer(s): Andrew Mcmillan
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