Aim For More (Freestyle)
I'm sick and tired of these
Mother fuckers always talking shit
Came to grips with no fix
In the mix so loud
It will break through like i did
Back in 2 0 1 9
Who would of thought that your boy could rhyme
I was gone my shit's underground under the bridge like a turnaround
Another tune make sure
All of y'all stay tuned and soon
You'll hear Mrno on the radio
Yeah i know and hey don't
Call me Halo cause i made all
These fucking songs sound like they're all out of this world
Call them stellar you're not wrong
On the sphere like it's a pearl
I rather have my gun and not need it than for me
To miss it at the fucking wrong time
All life's desperate like mother fucking long line
And oh mine shot it up got success like a gold mine
Got 2 9's 11's but i won't repeat Columbine
Work harder hard i'm dripping blood
I feel i'm up with the mother fucking flow that kills 'em all
Like Vietnam war i'm on the board i stay above
Or the base or the beat i beat it up
Like i did your bitch and i'm fiening yuh
But even selling couple records i'm still so poor
But i aim for more
Ride slow with the windows up
All way up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Feet stuck to the floor
But i'm looking up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Ride slow with the windows up
All way up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Feet stuck to the floor
But i'm looking up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Mother fuckers always talking shit
Came to grips with no fix
In the mix so loud
It will break through like i did
Back in 2 0 1 9
Who would of thought that your boy could rhyme
I was gone my shit's underground under the bridge like a turnaround
Another tune make sure
All of y'all stay tuned and soon
You'll hear Mrno on the radio
Yeah i know and hey don't
Call me Halo cause i made all
These fucking songs sound like they're all out of this world
Call them stellar you're not wrong
On the sphere like it's a pearl
I rather have my gun and not need it than for me
To miss it at the fucking wrong time
All life's desperate like mother fucking long line
And oh mine shot it up got success like a gold mine
Got 2 9's 11's but i won't repeat Columbine
Work harder hard i'm dripping blood
I feel i'm up with the mother fucking flow that kills 'em all
Like Vietnam war i'm on the board i stay above
Or the base or the beat i beat it up
Like i did your bitch and i'm fiening yuh
But even selling couple records i'm still so poor
But i aim for more
Ride slow with the windows up
All way up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Feet stuck to the floor
But i'm looking up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Ride slow with the windows up
All way up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Feet stuck to the floor
But i'm looking up
I got some but i want it all
Aim for more
Credits
Writer(s): David Moreno
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