Wizard of Oddz
Took so many L's I just wanna win
Took so many L's I shouldn't have no chin
Tell my goals to my bitch nigga not my friends
Niggas hating I ain't even doing better than them
Helping you while helping me I won't have no ends
Niggas ask for handouts I ain't got no hands
5 years ago I couldn't keep a half a band
I just spent a half a band on a fucking zip
Half a band on lap dances that's just a tip
Half a band on merch nigga fuck the latest drip
Half a band on promotion on my latest shit
30 days six racks this shit hit or miss
Money come and go I'm in route like a charter bus
Niggas ain't sleeping on you boy you ain't hard enough
Broke nigga got an idle mind so he starting stuff
Get him on the horn we gone call his bluff
That's some real shit
Plotting at the table bout a mill tick
These niggas rapping fables I can't feel shit
These labels fronting on me where my deal bitch
I had so many fake ones I got a real bitch
We couldn't play with fake guns now it's real clips
We ain't posting up shit, let you niggas brandish
If my bitch click her heels send that boy to Kansas
When I make a million nigga I'm gone stop rapping
Even if a nigga never get the shit off rapping
Back then you was the man, what happened
You had a fun run nigga but you ain't take advantage
All the real gangstas in jail nigga or in a casket
Taking care of your family the closest thing to it
If you a boss then be a boss you gotta have influence
Bro called said I'm the coldest he don't know how I do it
He wanna see me make it
I been out here patient
Told that nigga I rap my life this ain't really music
They gone feel it when yo heart into it you ain't gotta prove it, you ain't gotta force it
Put The Schwartz on a nigga just for stepping on my forces
Riding with my dog like LoneStar we taking orbit
Whooping ass and taking names we don't know a different order
What you want what you need we ain't gotta cross no border
The brick man a fan of Rula that's a plug with no shortage
Bunch of rabbits in a race I'm still moving like a tortoise
No distractions I'm focused heavy press heavy motion
Got the hustle from my daddy I inherited the overs, all this weight on my shoulders nigga
Took so many L's I shouldn't have no chin
Tell my goals to my bitch nigga not my friends
Niggas hating I ain't even doing better than them
Helping you while helping me I won't have no ends
Niggas ask for handouts I ain't got no hands
5 years ago I couldn't keep a half a band
I just spent a half a band on a fucking zip
Half a band on lap dances that's just a tip
Half a band on merch nigga fuck the latest drip
Half a band on promotion on my latest shit
30 days six racks this shit hit or miss
Money come and go I'm in route like a charter bus
Niggas ain't sleeping on you boy you ain't hard enough
Broke nigga got an idle mind so he starting stuff
Get him on the horn we gone call his bluff
That's some real shit
Plotting at the table bout a mill tick
These niggas rapping fables I can't feel shit
These labels fronting on me where my deal bitch
I had so many fake ones I got a real bitch
We couldn't play with fake guns now it's real clips
We ain't posting up shit, let you niggas brandish
If my bitch click her heels send that boy to Kansas
When I make a million nigga I'm gone stop rapping
Even if a nigga never get the shit off rapping
Back then you was the man, what happened
You had a fun run nigga but you ain't take advantage
All the real gangstas in jail nigga or in a casket
Taking care of your family the closest thing to it
If you a boss then be a boss you gotta have influence
Bro called said I'm the coldest he don't know how I do it
He wanna see me make it
I been out here patient
Told that nigga I rap my life this ain't really music
They gone feel it when yo heart into it you ain't gotta prove it, you ain't gotta force it
Put The Schwartz on a nigga just for stepping on my forces
Riding with my dog like LoneStar we taking orbit
Whooping ass and taking names we don't know a different order
What you want what you need we ain't gotta cross no border
The brick man a fan of Rula that's a plug with no shortage
Bunch of rabbits in a race I'm still moving like a tortoise
No distractions I'm focused heavy press heavy motion
Got the hustle from my daddy I inherited the overs, all this weight on my shoulders nigga
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Writer(s): Dwayne Reynolds
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