Nobody
Whaaatt!
Listen
Aye
Yea...
So what did I miss
Took a break now im back
Im running laps n laps
Im at the end of the track
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Aye
So what did I miss
I can see it aint nobody gotta it like me
Making plays like im coaching a team
Belichick im the best in the league
Wanna feature its gonna cost you a fee
Punching tickets like a gift card
Small world but I think large
Big moves without sports cars
No fame Just gotta work hard
All blessings gotta thank god
Wanna live at the top
But im still humble from the bottom
Old checks I still gottem
Just to hold on where I came from
Not braggin dont gotta explain none
Might think im talking that head
But these bars is aimed at ya neck!
Im back
And im jumpin like philly
See me at the top like really
Not talking shit who he
Damn I thought you niggas knew me
But its bout time that you wake up
And treat me like I got my cake up
Ya im the head chef baker
If you want sauce I got the flavors
So what did I miss
Took a break now im back
Im running laps n laps
Im at the end of the track
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Aye
Listen
Aye
Yea...
So what did I miss
Took a break now im back
Im running laps n laps
Im at the end of the track
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Aye
So what did I miss
I can see it aint nobody gotta it like me
Making plays like im coaching a team
Belichick im the best in the league
Wanna feature its gonna cost you a fee
Punching tickets like a gift card
Small world but I think large
Big moves without sports cars
No fame Just gotta work hard
All blessings gotta thank god
Wanna live at the top
But im still humble from the bottom
Old checks I still gottem
Just to hold on where I came from
Not braggin dont gotta explain none
Might think im talking that head
But these bars is aimed at ya neck!
Im back
And im jumpin like philly
See me at the top like really
Not talking shit who he
Damn I thought you niggas knew me
But its bout time that you wake up
And treat me like I got my cake up
Ya im the head chef baker
If you want sauce I got the flavors
So what did I miss
Took a break now im back
Im running laps n laps
Im at the end of the track
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Cant nobody bring it like that
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Savai'i Cravens
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