Hope
Fuck man...
These labels man...
I hope they notice me
I know you hearing this forreal forreal
Just listen to this
Ay
Back on the road and I'm trapping again, if I get signed Imma buy me a Benz
Fuck It, Imma go buy me a crib, Imma go buy me a bib
I'm having a kid and ain't nobody stopping me
I'm stacking this paper like I'm in Monopoly, Imma go crazy and buy me a property
Imma go crazy and grow me some weed, I'm tryna blow up It's hard to succeed
When all of my haters look down on me
I wanna call you to get in my bed, but really I just need you out of my head
I need you to go, yeah I need you to leave, I don't talk to hoes I'm just smoking my weed
I'm gon hit the road and you ain't gon see me
Sipping water out the motherfucking Fiji, Got your bitch and she wet like a squeegee
Diamonds dancing they 3D, pull up to the spot three deep
Dissing on me you go 6 feet under
I bring the thunder like I'm OKC
Back on the track and I'm killing the beat
Tryna get signed so my family can eat, Tryna get signed so my brother can eat
We was on the street hungry as fuck, Trapping daily just to get us some bucks
Running from 12 till the fucking sun up, Loving my mother like there be no other
Stuck in the mud I been trying to come up
So low-key you'd think I'm under cover, when I be smashing I'm using a rubber
That's some hard shit, I'm on boss shit
Walking down the red carpet
See a op then I mop it, 12 listen, they stalking
New phone can't tap it
Disappear like magic (Disappear like magic)
That's some hard shit, I'm on boss shit
Walking down the red carpet
See a op then I mop it, 12 listen, they stalking
New phone can't tap it
Disappear like magic (Disappear like magic)
Now we on second verse, treating this shit like a hearse
Put the bodies in the back, thinking I bodied this track
I ain't done I'm just having fun, if you try me imma pull my gun
I ain't playing, bitch, it go dun dun
That ain't no threat it's just self defense
Remember me and brodie hopped the fence
To get into the school, trespassing, now my life be a stress magnet
Responsibilities and worries, stacking on me like they in a hurry
Felling like I'm getting judged by a jury, DJ Khaled Imma need me some jewelry
Feeling kind of stuck and I'm getting worried, getting drunk and my vision blurry
Cheat on my bitch now we going to Maury's
Bitch hot like some motherfucking curry
Shooting three like I'm 30, on the back of the jersey
In the coupe, yeah I'm swerving, on the corner I was serving
Now I'm clean like detergent, money long like a sturgeon
I was broke and I was hurting, pick me up yeah I'm perfect
Don't you see that I was worth it, don't you see that I be working
On the wave, yeah I'm surfing, back and forth like a current
Told my girl that I'm sorry
One day we gon whip Ferrari's
But till then I'm gon ball
Going hard I can't fall
These labels man...
I hope they notice me
I know you hearing this forreal forreal
Just listen to this
Ay
Back on the road and I'm trapping again, if I get signed Imma buy me a Benz
Fuck It, Imma go buy me a crib, Imma go buy me a bib
I'm having a kid and ain't nobody stopping me
I'm stacking this paper like I'm in Monopoly, Imma go crazy and buy me a property
Imma go crazy and grow me some weed, I'm tryna blow up It's hard to succeed
When all of my haters look down on me
I wanna call you to get in my bed, but really I just need you out of my head
I need you to go, yeah I need you to leave, I don't talk to hoes I'm just smoking my weed
I'm gon hit the road and you ain't gon see me
Sipping water out the motherfucking Fiji, Got your bitch and she wet like a squeegee
Diamonds dancing they 3D, pull up to the spot three deep
Dissing on me you go 6 feet under
I bring the thunder like I'm OKC
Back on the track and I'm killing the beat
Tryna get signed so my family can eat, Tryna get signed so my brother can eat
We was on the street hungry as fuck, Trapping daily just to get us some bucks
Running from 12 till the fucking sun up, Loving my mother like there be no other
Stuck in the mud I been trying to come up
So low-key you'd think I'm under cover, when I be smashing I'm using a rubber
That's some hard shit, I'm on boss shit
Walking down the red carpet
See a op then I mop it, 12 listen, they stalking
New phone can't tap it
Disappear like magic (Disappear like magic)
That's some hard shit, I'm on boss shit
Walking down the red carpet
See a op then I mop it, 12 listen, they stalking
New phone can't tap it
Disappear like magic (Disappear like magic)
Now we on second verse, treating this shit like a hearse
Put the bodies in the back, thinking I bodied this track
I ain't done I'm just having fun, if you try me imma pull my gun
I ain't playing, bitch, it go dun dun
That ain't no threat it's just self defense
Remember me and brodie hopped the fence
To get into the school, trespassing, now my life be a stress magnet
Responsibilities and worries, stacking on me like they in a hurry
Felling like I'm getting judged by a jury, DJ Khaled Imma need me some jewelry
Feeling kind of stuck and I'm getting worried, getting drunk and my vision blurry
Cheat on my bitch now we going to Maury's
Bitch hot like some motherfucking curry
Shooting three like I'm 30, on the back of the jersey
In the coupe, yeah I'm swerving, on the corner I was serving
Now I'm clean like detergent, money long like a sturgeon
I was broke and I was hurting, pick me up yeah I'm perfect
Don't you see that I was worth it, don't you see that I be working
On the wave, yeah I'm surfing, back and forth like a current
Told my girl that I'm sorry
One day we gon whip Ferrari's
But till then I'm gon ball
Going hard I can't fall
Credits
Writer(s): Vladimir Ivanov
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