X Factor
Ridin' with my bros
You can't hang with us
While you was playing
I was scheming in the back of the bus
Family proud of me before I started leveling up
So we gotta make that cash
Ain't no time to discuss
Always chasing the bag
I'm a sucker for the hustle
Came from the ground up
Yeah I did it off the muscle
They call me the big dog
Now i need a muzzle aye
If you scuff my shoes
Yeah you know
We finna tussle
Real talk the point is
I'm a man on a mission
Got me flashing my true colors
Got me showing off my vision
I'm tryna keep my head up
Just one day at a time
Yeah i'm grinding every day
A youngin freeing all the slimes
I'm like polo g
But I don't cap a lot
And I got like 2 mercedes
When I pull up on the lot
Yeah my homies are my apples
I ain't finna let em rot
Got the laser on that thing
Yeah we hit it on the dot
Too many times
I been stabbed in the back
This is a marathon
But i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight
Like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the x factor
I'm never out of words to spit
All my homies Gucci
Like the shirts with snakes on it
My granny said she proud of me
So I make all my bars 5000 degrees
At the bottom of the barrel
But we still made a living
Chilling in the trap house
Tryna get this chili
My pops knew music like the back Of his hand
He was always by my side tryna Help me get these bands
Calling me in the studio
Tryna be my new friend
But we all know what you want
You ain't gotta pretend
They still blowing up my phone
Got me feeling like the man
But it ain't over yet
It's just only began
Day after day
Yeah i'm racking up the views
Fill the hole in my chest
With designer and shoes
I'm a ticking time bomb
I can never defuse
You can try all you want
But i'm never finna lose
I'm like polo g
But i don't cap a lot
And I got like 2 Mercedes
When i pull up on the lot
Yeah my homies are my apples
I ain't finna let em rot
Got the laser on that thing
Yeah we hit it on the dot
Too many times
I been stabbed in the back
This is a marathon
But i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight
Like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the x factor
I'm like polo g
But i don't cap a lot
And I got like 2 Mercedes
When i pull up on the lot
Yeah my homies are my apples
I ain't finna let em rot
Got the laser on that thing
Yeah we hit it on the dot
Too many times
I been stabbed in the back
This is a marathon
But i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight
Like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the x factor
You can't hang with us
While you was playing
I was scheming in the back of the bus
Family proud of me before I started leveling up
So we gotta make that cash
Ain't no time to discuss
Always chasing the bag
I'm a sucker for the hustle
Came from the ground up
Yeah I did it off the muscle
They call me the big dog
Now i need a muzzle aye
If you scuff my shoes
Yeah you know
We finna tussle
Real talk the point is
I'm a man on a mission
Got me flashing my true colors
Got me showing off my vision
I'm tryna keep my head up
Just one day at a time
Yeah i'm grinding every day
A youngin freeing all the slimes
I'm like polo g
But I don't cap a lot
And I got like 2 mercedes
When I pull up on the lot
Yeah my homies are my apples
I ain't finna let em rot
Got the laser on that thing
Yeah we hit it on the dot
Too many times
I been stabbed in the back
This is a marathon
But i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight
Like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the x factor
I'm never out of words to spit
All my homies Gucci
Like the shirts with snakes on it
My granny said she proud of me
So I make all my bars 5000 degrees
At the bottom of the barrel
But we still made a living
Chilling in the trap house
Tryna get this chili
My pops knew music like the back Of his hand
He was always by my side tryna Help me get these bands
Calling me in the studio
Tryna be my new friend
But we all know what you want
You ain't gotta pretend
They still blowing up my phone
Got me feeling like the man
But it ain't over yet
It's just only began
Day after day
Yeah i'm racking up the views
Fill the hole in my chest
With designer and shoes
I'm a ticking time bomb
I can never defuse
You can try all you want
But i'm never finna lose
I'm like polo g
But i don't cap a lot
And I got like 2 Mercedes
When i pull up on the lot
Yeah my homies are my apples
I ain't finna let em rot
Got the laser on that thing
Yeah we hit it on the dot
Too many times
I been stabbed in the back
This is a marathon
But i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight
Like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the x factor
I'm like polo g
But i don't cap a lot
And I got like 2 Mercedes
When i pull up on the lot
Yeah my homies are my apples
I ain't finna let em rot
Got the laser on that thing
Yeah we hit it on the dot
Too many times
I been stabbed in the back
This is a marathon
But i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight
Like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the x factor
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Sanderlin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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