Who

I'm just waiting a for a chance
To work on a track with Chance
I've been gluing up my hands
I've been praying for some bands
I've been gathering some fans
Tired of watching from the stands
I ain't worried bout you
I just worry bout my fam
Hope these rhymes will make them dance
Took a break from the romance
Put this mic up in my hand
Go and test me like exam
Ace that shit cause I'm the man
Talk my shit in dirty vans, like

Who you know
That got a flow this good I'm good as gold
Don't need no ice on wrist to be this cold
My eyes my hair too hot or so I'm told
My tongue my teeth will make you

I hate how people flex on the IG
I be seeing that shit knowing in reality
That's not who you are
You be dorky in person
You be closing the curtain
But you ain't a magician and if you is
You need to find a new trick then
But who am I to judge I be doing the same
I think we all play the same game
Posting for likes, we like the feeling of being double tapped
In fact I like to scroll and see a cute ass
And them nice thighs and them pretty eyes
Wishing that I tapped
Then I realize it's a thirst trap
And I'm parched that's a fun fact
It's too late, I'm caught in the web
Slide in the DM's, think of something to say
Better come with some game
Think about it for a minute then I send it and it's well on it's way

Who you know
That got a flow this good I'm good as gold
Don't need no ice on wrist to be this cold
My eyes my hair too hot or so I'm told
My tongue my teeth will make you lose control

Who you know
It's been a long time coming, this time I'm coming for everything
Be this cold
The cars the ice the bars the fight I plan to do it right
Good as gold
Fuck all that humble shit, I know what I got
Or so I'm told
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Darius Rosales-streeter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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