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Uh
Tryna be a boss in this shit
Gotta be a boss in a business
Imma get it all be my witness
Tryna run the game with the fitness
Yeah
Litness
Yeah I got the gift like christmas
Turn your main chick into my mistress
We ain't got a lot left on the wishlist
Yeah
Stay tall
Had a friend betray me that's a wake up call
Lot of negative energy came up small
Had to intercept it like a laced up ball
I don't fuck with hoe ass behavior
Better run to Jesus he's your saviour
Mediocre I cannot cater
Me I'm only tryna do it major
Now they calling me a savage
Cause I'm hating on the average
I'm just cooking like I'm babish
Only tryna get established
Rapper should be banished
From the studio they capping
Looking at the status
Man all you people should be embarrassed
How you think you Robert when you're stannis?
How you think you got it, never had it?
How you shooting shots without a cannon?
Looking for a hail Mary, this ain't madden
I gotta make moves
I gotta pay dues
I'm solo dolo and I do whatever I choose
I'm stunting on my exes, boy I'm looking Tom Cruise
I'm asking for the blessing like I'm feeling a-choo
You know I got juice
I'm tryna stack floos
These boys ain't even got a clue what I might do
Might move out to L.A. a year or two
I might just run the city, Kareem Abdul
I'm in my groove
Facts
Carried all these rapper's on my back
Don't believe me?
Boy look at the stats
Young Iraqi tryna make the racks
Tracks
Check my track record I got tracks
Singing, production and also raps
I cannot function with all these cats
Pussies
I could never back down, he was just a sad clown
W.W.E SmackDown
I was Floyd Mayweather, he was Pacquiao
Don't throw stones if you living in a glass house
Don't go home thinking that you're AL Capone
Ballin' on your own, thinking you the throne
I built this shit
I run this shit
I fund this shit
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
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Uh
Tryna be a boss in this shit
Gotta be a boss in a business
Imma get it all be my witness
Tryna run the game with the fitness
Yeah
Litness
Yeah I got the gift like christmas
Turn your main chick into my mistress
We ain't got a lot left on the wishlist
Yeah
Stay tall
Had a friend betray me that's a wake up call
Lot of negative energy came up small
Had to intercept it like a laced up ball
I don't fuck with hoe ass behavior
Better run to Jesus he's your saviour
Mediocre I cannot cater
Me I'm only tryna do it major
Now they calling me a savage
Cause I'm hating on the average
I'm just cooking like I'm babish
Only tryna get established
Rapper should be banished
From the studio they capping
Looking at the status
Man all you people should be embarrassed
How you think you Robert when you're stannis?
How you think you got it, never had it?
How you shooting shots without a cannon?
Looking for a hail Mary, this ain't madden
I gotta make moves
I gotta pay dues
I'm solo dolo and I do whatever I choose
I'm stunting on my exes, boy I'm looking Tom Cruise
I'm asking for the blessing like I'm feeling a-choo
You know I got juice
I'm tryna stack floos
These boys ain't even got a clue what I might do
Might move out to L.A. a year or two
I might just run the city, Kareem Abdul
I'm in my groove
Facts
Carried all these rapper's on my back
Don't believe me?
Boy look at the stats
Young Iraqi tryna make the racks
Tracks
Check my track record I got tracks
Singing, production and also raps
I cannot function with all these cats
Pussies
I could never back down, he was just a sad clown
W.W.E SmackDown
I was Floyd Mayweather, he was Pacquiao
Don't throw stones if you living in a glass house
Don't go home thinking that you're AL Capone
Ballin' on your own, thinking you the throne
I built this shit
I run this shit
I fund this shit
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
And now the whole would about to fucking know it
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Credits
Writer(s): Zaidoon Nasir
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