Outro
Straight to the bank ima bet on me
Fuck all your thanks it was meant to be
Ima fill my plate with that steak and cheese
Won't resuscitate what ain't meant to be (Uh)
Feeling like a passion
Started as a hobby now I'm living for the mansions
I do it real big
See me in your city and i'll show you how I live
Hundreds and them fifties gotta throw them at your bitch
Fuck a small crib
Give me all the land so my fam' got a grand
And they stand in the hills with no plans to survive
I already got it so when I'm suppose to die?
When I'm suppose to fly?
Give me all my wings
Give me all my wins
Give me all my rings
Give me all the shit I was meant for
Aim for the kill at your temple, praying to a God in a temple
Go at my speed this my tempo
(Yeah)
Falling in the line
Written in the sky, stars tell it all so I'm telling you why
Why I'm the best God damn it
Don't aim at your chest don't plan it
I'll aim at the rest on the planet
Eating so much I created the famine
Shooting the slugs and I stay doing damage
They trynna keep up they don't know how I manage
This is my lunch to eat up the game
Fuck all that fame I just want my respect
Bron in the finals I'm cashing my check
Hitting home runs like I'm aiming top deck
I am just ill, not like a virus my sickness don't spread
And I don't get weak 'cause it's all in my head
They say I'm getting busy with the music
I say I'm trying to make it no excuses
Fuck a constellation being setup for my time to shine
Ima make it happen with an arm behind
Easy as I said it is
Prescribe it like a sedative
And if I said it then I meant this shit
(Yeah)
Fuck a revelation I been contemplating whether I should call myself the greatest
Whether I should keep debating if my room for elevating ever start to get to fading (Yea)
Never wanna fade out, call me on that late dial
But my phone ain't working
I'm too busy working
You too busy hurting
Pull up out the curtains catch me on the surface
Fuck all your thanks it was meant to be
Ima fill my plate with that steak and cheese
Won't resuscitate what ain't meant to be (Uh)
Feeling like a passion
Started as a hobby now I'm living for the mansions
I do it real big
See me in your city and i'll show you how I live
Hundreds and them fifties gotta throw them at your bitch
Fuck a small crib
Give me all the land so my fam' got a grand
And they stand in the hills with no plans to survive
I already got it so when I'm suppose to die?
When I'm suppose to fly?
Give me all my wings
Give me all my wins
Give me all my rings
Give me all the shit I was meant for
Aim for the kill at your temple, praying to a God in a temple
Go at my speed this my tempo
(Yeah)
Falling in the line
Written in the sky, stars tell it all so I'm telling you why
Why I'm the best God damn it
Don't aim at your chest don't plan it
I'll aim at the rest on the planet
Eating so much I created the famine
Shooting the slugs and I stay doing damage
They trynna keep up they don't know how I manage
This is my lunch to eat up the game
Fuck all that fame I just want my respect
Bron in the finals I'm cashing my check
Hitting home runs like I'm aiming top deck
I am just ill, not like a virus my sickness don't spread
And I don't get weak 'cause it's all in my head
They say I'm getting busy with the music
I say I'm trying to make it no excuses
Fuck a constellation being setup for my time to shine
Ima make it happen with an arm behind
Easy as I said it is
Prescribe it like a sedative
And if I said it then I meant this shit
(Yeah)
Fuck a revelation I been contemplating whether I should call myself the greatest
Whether I should keep debating if my room for elevating ever start to get to fading (Yea)
Never wanna fade out, call me on that late dial
But my phone ain't working
I'm too busy working
You too busy hurting
Pull up out the curtains catch me on the surface
Credits
Writer(s): Manny Hernandez
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