Gasp!
(Aye, yeah aye, making everybody gasp)
(Aye, yeah)
(Yeah, aye, what?)
Yeah, walk up in the building, I make everybody gasp
Yeah, I shut 'em all up, I remembered they would laugh
You know I've been working daily, got no time to relax
Aye, to stop me from going hard need yourself a whole staff
(Aye, y'all better stop playing with me)
Imma switch this shit up early, lately, I been unpredictable
I don't fuck with conflict, if I have to I'll get physical
Still making bangers in my basement, because school is fucking miserable
Hold up, your bitch asking me to kick it
Imma cop a piece, a couple k, and then I'll fucking flip it
If you think I'm not gon' make that shit back, you is fucking tripping
Call my music trash, but you too inconsiderate to listen
(Aye, this a reminder why I'm the fucking best
Hit you with a shimmy and a three, just like I'm fucking Steph
If you ain't moving right, then chances are, you gon' get fucking left
All these critics mad as hell, cause they know that I've been up next)
Yeah, walk up in the building, I make everybody gasp
Yeah, I shut 'em all up, I remembered they would laugh
You know I've been working daily, got no time to relax
Aye, to stop me from going hard need yourself a whole staff
Yeah, people hate to see me fucking winning
Spotify just sold me out of like, 900 fucking listens
Hit up Matt Ox for a feature, no surprise, he had no interest
Verified accounts viewing my stories, but I guess that's not my business
Yeah, I knew this shit wouldn't be easy
But I didn't think that this was how everyone else would see me
Like I said, I'm not stressing though, cause soon enough, I'll see myself on TV
I just got a trim, so guess that there's no need to rock a beanie
I just wrapped up a whole mixtape, and threw in a couple freebies
They keep talking shit, but imma school 'em, just like Mr. Feeny
Gave 'em a whole 6 months, I ain't drop, and they still ain't competing
Yeah I separate the real from fake, keep tabs on how they treat me
Yeah, walk up in the building, I make everybody gasp
Yeah, I shut 'em all up, I remembered they would laugh
You know I've been working daily, got no time to relax
Aye, to stop me from going hard need yourself a whole staff
(Aye, yeah)
(Yeah, aye, what?)
Yeah, walk up in the building, I make everybody gasp
Yeah, I shut 'em all up, I remembered they would laugh
You know I've been working daily, got no time to relax
Aye, to stop me from going hard need yourself a whole staff
(Aye, y'all better stop playing with me)
Imma switch this shit up early, lately, I been unpredictable
I don't fuck with conflict, if I have to I'll get physical
Still making bangers in my basement, because school is fucking miserable
Hold up, your bitch asking me to kick it
Imma cop a piece, a couple k, and then I'll fucking flip it
If you think I'm not gon' make that shit back, you is fucking tripping
Call my music trash, but you too inconsiderate to listen
(Aye, this a reminder why I'm the fucking best
Hit you with a shimmy and a three, just like I'm fucking Steph
If you ain't moving right, then chances are, you gon' get fucking left
All these critics mad as hell, cause they know that I've been up next)
Yeah, walk up in the building, I make everybody gasp
Yeah, I shut 'em all up, I remembered they would laugh
You know I've been working daily, got no time to relax
Aye, to stop me from going hard need yourself a whole staff
Yeah, people hate to see me fucking winning
Spotify just sold me out of like, 900 fucking listens
Hit up Matt Ox for a feature, no surprise, he had no interest
Verified accounts viewing my stories, but I guess that's not my business
Yeah, I knew this shit wouldn't be easy
But I didn't think that this was how everyone else would see me
Like I said, I'm not stressing though, cause soon enough, I'll see myself on TV
I just got a trim, so guess that there's no need to rock a beanie
I just wrapped up a whole mixtape, and threw in a couple freebies
They keep talking shit, but imma school 'em, just like Mr. Feeny
Gave 'em a whole 6 months, I ain't drop, and they still ain't competing
Yeah I separate the real from fake, keep tabs on how they treat me
Yeah, walk up in the building, I make everybody gasp
Yeah, I shut 'em all up, I remembered they would laugh
You know I've been working daily, got no time to relax
Aye, to stop me from going hard need yourself a whole staff
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Writer(s): Jonathan Trunzo
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