Life Haxks
Hold up
Yall niggas bout it I doubt it
Came from the slums and the projects
Mechanical movement robotics
Yeah thats my bitch
Dont worry about it
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
This my life and my times on this shit,
Went through plenty to get me this flow
I want clocks and more rocks on my wrist
I swear
I swear
Look at the rhymes I'm recording
Look how I am scoring
Mikes it reminds of Jordan
LeBron it don't make me difference
Long as I'm line
Steady Feeling like Don nigga
Spitting verses like a signed nigga
I ain't dreaming cause it really happen
I'm gone bring it to you
When it's time nigga
Outsiders tryna rush
Give it to you in the clutch
Took some patience
Had some niggas waiting
I don't talk to people I don't trust
You already know it is
When I hop in booth
I just turn to the super kid
I sauce it, maintain in the struggle
My hustle retaining
My gloss n juice again
It gave me a habit
I'm out of this planet
My name ringing out like I'm Zeus's kid
Getting money is a must
Not too many I can trust
Stay on track
Get caught and confusion
They prey on that
They wait for excuses to hate on that
So don't be fool nigga pray on that
Keep a tighter circle
So, Lay on that
Call me right back when you weigh on that
Cause I ain't got too much to say on that
And after this view call a day on that
Yall niggas bout it I doubt it
Came from the slums and the projects
Mechanical movement robotics
Yeah thats my bitch
Dont worry about it
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Im
Bout it
Uh
This my life and my times on this shit,
Went through plenty to get me this flow
I want clocks and more rocks on my wrist
I swear
I swear
Look at the rhymes I'm recording
Look how I am scoring
Mikes it reminds of Jordan
LeBron it don't make me difference
Long as I'm line
Steady Feeling like Don nigga
Spitting verses like a signed nigga
I ain't dreaming cause it really happen
I'm gone bring it to you
When it's time nigga
Outsiders tryna rush
Give it to you in the clutch
Took some patience
Had some niggas waiting
I don't talk to people I don't trust
You already know it is
When I hop in booth
I just turn to the super kid
I sauce it, maintain in the struggle
My hustle retaining
My gloss n juice again
It gave me a habit
I'm out of this planet
My name ringing out like I'm Zeus's kid
Getting money is a must
Not too many I can trust
Stay on track
Get caught and confusion
They prey on that
They wait for excuses to hate on that
So don't be fool nigga pray on that
Keep a tighter circle
So, Lay on that
Call me right back when you weigh on that
Cause I ain't got too much to say on that
And after this view call a day on that
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Writer(s): Sean's Fowler
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