Real Goals

I gotta pop me bean
Blast to space
You know that I fuck with a team
Don't leave a trace
I spend my money on jeans
Put gas to the face
I feel like I champ like I stepped in the ring
I'm fighting the jakes

I'm on a roll
I don't wanna see her at none of my shows
Not tryna be rude I'm just letting you know
Bitch I been doing the most
I told you before

I knew I was gonna make it
You niggas had it mistaken
I want the shit so I take it
I'm making this music I feel like I'm famous
We rollin' up dope we get higher that spaceships
I'm finding my style it's gonna take patience
But I ain't gon stop till I feel like I made it

I know I'ma win cause I'm hated
Don't get it mistaken boy I ain't gon fold for a muhfuckin' payment
This shit ain't just for entertainment
Yeah I got some real goals in this shit we ain't faking
I know I'ma star in the making
I'm keeping real tho cause I came from the basement
So I ain't gon let em jus take shit

And I ain't gon stand with the devil
If you want some war better hope that you leveled
I'm at the top of the shit yea I picked up the treble
And I pop his face like a pebble



Credits
Writer(s): Exavior Wimberly
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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