WYA?
If you ain't know where i be shit i been on my grind
I am the coldest with beats i am the coldest with lines
I know the flow is some heat no temperature can define
I just got back from the city some shit on my mind
You help there but still won't help them over here
Your priority clear you got money in ya ear
Don't claim to be no king if you ain't gon help a thing
The name it start with a T time reveals who it be
Go ask my nigga G he doing camps that for free
He a real stand up nigga never changed with his figures
Wish i could say same thing about them groupie ass niggas
Y'all niggas knowing who y'all be
But loyalty, it come with a cost
For royalty, shit you risking it all
We could do more if we, maybe all get involved
I'm spoiling i'm always there when you fall
So when they said that you was tripping i was picking you up
And i ain't do that cause i had to i just always show love
But fuck that don't try to cut me off
Let me finish this talk
Cause i got hella more bars which means it's plenty for y'all
I'm just a hooper that's rappin prolly cut from MJ cloth
You are no trooper not trapping at least To cover all my cost
Off the court i'll be bron cause in the city get involved
Lost the torque in my spine cause i been carrying it all fuck
I don't need y'all tryna be like me
I just gotta keep y'all felon free
We just wondering where you at Trippie
How you gon' help another city
It don't make sense
It don't make sense
No
It don't make sense to me
I was gon let that first verse sit
Second verse start writing the shit
But fuck that i'm freestyle this
Hopefully you all love this kid
Cause I've been really going hard for y'all
To be honest I don't sleep for y'all
To be honest I don't eat for y'all
To be honest whole team involved
To be honest I ain't even wanna leave at all
This shit felt so wrong how could I leave my dog
That's when my nigga pulled me to the side said cut that shit
You gon really be lit
You gon really get big
You gon really be it nigga you really the shit
How bout you look around Chris
Nigga the shit is ditch
Hall of Fame don't do shit
That's why we stuck in this shit
So we been looking at you to get up out of this ditch
It don't make sense
It don't make sense
No
It don't make sense to me
I am the coldest with beats i am the coldest with lines
I know the flow is some heat no temperature can define
I just got back from the city some shit on my mind
You help there but still won't help them over here
Your priority clear you got money in ya ear
Don't claim to be no king if you ain't gon help a thing
The name it start with a T time reveals who it be
Go ask my nigga G he doing camps that for free
He a real stand up nigga never changed with his figures
Wish i could say same thing about them groupie ass niggas
Y'all niggas knowing who y'all be
But loyalty, it come with a cost
For royalty, shit you risking it all
We could do more if we, maybe all get involved
I'm spoiling i'm always there when you fall
So when they said that you was tripping i was picking you up
And i ain't do that cause i had to i just always show love
But fuck that don't try to cut me off
Let me finish this talk
Cause i got hella more bars which means it's plenty for y'all
I'm just a hooper that's rappin prolly cut from MJ cloth
You are no trooper not trapping at least To cover all my cost
Off the court i'll be bron cause in the city get involved
Lost the torque in my spine cause i been carrying it all fuck
I don't need y'all tryna be like me
I just gotta keep y'all felon free
We just wondering where you at Trippie
How you gon' help another city
It don't make sense
It don't make sense
No
It don't make sense to me
I was gon let that first verse sit
Second verse start writing the shit
But fuck that i'm freestyle this
Hopefully you all love this kid
Cause I've been really going hard for y'all
To be honest I don't sleep for y'all
To be honest I don't eat for y'all
To be honest whole team involved
To be honest I ain't even wanna leave at all
This shit felt so wrong how could I leave my dog
That's when my nigga pulled me to the side said cut that shit
You gon really be lit
You gon really get big
You gon really be it nigga you really the shit
How bout you look around Chris
Nigga the shit is ditch
Hall of Fame don't do shit
That's why we stuck in this shit
So we been looking at you to get up out of this ditch
It don't make sense
It don't make sense
No
It don't make sense to me
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Fontes
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