Til Then
Yeah
I need these, to let my soul out
Get real with it, list goals out
How Trey somebody that they ain't heard 'bout
How the kid ain't pull a fuckin Rolls out
Got alotta things that I ain't done yet
Got alotta necks that I ain't crush yet
Underrated a motherfuckin understatement, ain't nobody tryna settle for the next best, yeah
Too blessed, too blessed
Prayer hands might get tatted on the boy chest
I just sit back and think about what's next
Gotta mark off success on the checklist
Can't get caught aside with distractions
My niggas reckless and always getting into action
Blame the city for the way they been acting
Lotta niggas do more over less shit
Past five years gave me practice, okay
Learn from the past for the future, okay
Had alotta things try to get in the way
But I got this far from not taking a break
All gas, all hits
Take confidence to be nice like this
White gold Skydweller when I flood my wrist
Overseas flights, only times that I trip about shit
Sneaky link connoisseur, yeah, ay
And this all yours
First city every time I tour
Gave you my all and you still want more, yeah, ay
Too picky to let any rapper hop on my shit
Half of the time they trip about what my price is
Why when money's involved, they're unresponsive
All business, never personal
New heights, Lavine's vertical, where will I be next year, is all I wanna know
Til then, I got more to go
Yeah
Ay
I need these, to let my soul out
Get real with it, list goals out
How Trey somebody that they ain't heard 'bout
How the kid ain't pull a fuckin Rolls out
Got alotta things that I ain't done yet
Got alotta necks that I ain't crush yet
Underrated a motherfuckin understatement, ain't nobody tryna settle for the next best, yeah
Too blessed, too blessed
Prayer hands might get tatted on the boy chest
I just sit back and think about what's next
Gotta mark off success on the checklist
Can't get caught aside with distractions
My niggas reckless and always getting into action
Blame the city for the way they been acting
Lotta niggas do more over less shit
Past five years gave me practice, okay
Learn from the past for the future, okay
Had alotta things try to get in the way
But I got this far from not taking a break
All gas, all hits
Take confidence to be nice like this
White gold Skydweller when I flood my wrist
Overseas flights, only times that I trip about shit
Sneaky link connoisseur, yeah, ay
And this all yours
First city every time I tour
Gave you my all and you still want more, yeah, ay
Too picky to let any rapper hop on my shit
Half of the time they trip about what my price is
Why when money's involved, they're unresponsive
All business, never personal
New heights, Lavine's vertical, where will I be next year, is all I wanna know
Til then, I got more to go
Yeah
Ay
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Writer(s): Trevor Bell
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