Baby Boy
Yeah
This shit colossal, know what I'm saying?
Watch me prosper, nigga
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Fuck 'em if they left 'cause everything is alright
Pain all I felt but, shit, I'm alright
That pain never left but I'ma be alright
If Payne still there then we gon' be alright
Got my show start diggin'
They weren't digging me, I can dig it
Oh now you're feelin' me? I can feel it
They envy, I'm winnin', it's killin', no kizzy
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
I admit it, I'm the one that did it
Feel like I've been walkin' down Bleveland for a minute
But now I ride with switches
But I can't be talkin' 'bout that type shit
That type shit that send a nigga to the penitentiary
They hate 'cause I'm from Cleveland, oops I mean Bleveland
I'm not Quando when none roll bitch I'm bleedin'
Actin' like you throw, what you drinkin', nigga?
Give me a reason
Glocks with us and Glocks with them
Pop it out, we droppin' him
He flex, he bang, he think he gang
He come around we robbin' him
I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partna them
We done did a whole lotta shit
That's why they shoppin' here (on God)
Even though I've been player
I'm talkin' 'bout been player
I can lie like thank God ambush smoke I inhale
I know I'm in hell
Everywhere they say the slime can't go
You know I went there
We really went there
Okay, I heard the boy want smoke with me
You ain't even approach a G
He know it ain't no approachin' me
I'ma leave his ass where the roaches be
Checkmate, leave your ass right where you standin' (crazy)
You got served plus you know these diamonds dancin'
Lil Durk, what's happenin'?
Young Thug, what's happenin'?
Rudy, what's happenin'?
Big Boo, what's happenin'?
Drop top coupe, lookin' for who was bracked in
Let's get it brackin', what's happenin'
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
I'm a mastermind, look how I mastered mine
They say slow money better than no money
But I want the faster kind
Won't play with yours, so don't play with mine
You'll be a bastard dyin' (dickhead, come try)
Fuck my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I'm living now
I pop shit, no wheelies now, hotboxes to millions now
From hotboxes to millions now
And that no kizzy needed
Back then there wasn't beef now Shawty poppin'
Now they want beef with me
Free Wayne, he showed me to try hard
Big Boo really showed me to cry hard
Free Tay and Clock, they showed me
How to dug and pull that scrap out
My dawg gone and but he still told
Them not to tap out (for sure)
Damn, Rudy, why you cap out
I was out, but now I'm back in my feelings (okay)
Feel like I gotta do a whole lotta killing (okay)
Just to get some healin', nigga
I can't lie, that shit got killed me, nigga
I'ma make 'em feel it, nigga
It's better living soon
It's better living soon
It's better living soon
I'm talkin' 'bout soon
I hope it's soon
I say better living, better living
Better living, better living
For all of us, I'm talkin' 'bout all of us
This shit colossal, know what I'm saying?
Watch me prosper, nigga
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Fuck 'em if they left 'cause everything is alright
Pain all I felt but, shit, I'm alright
That pain never left but I'ma be alright
If Payne still there then we gon' be alright
Got my show start diggin'
They weren't digging me, I can dig it
Oh now you're feelin' me? I can feel it
They envy, I'm winnin', it's killin', no kizzy
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
I admit it, I'm the one that did it
Feel like I've been walkin' down Bleveland for a minute
But now I ride with switches
But I can't be talkin' 'bout that type shit
That type shit that send a nigga to the penitentiary
They hate 'cause I'm from Cleveland, oops I mean Bleveland
I'm not Quando when none roll bitch I'm bleedin'
Actin' like you throw, what you drinkin', nigga?
Give me a reason
Glocks with us and Glocks with them
Pop it out, we droppin' him
He flex, he bang, he think he gang
He come around we robbin' him
I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partna them
We done did a whole lotta shit
That's why they shoppin' here (on God)
Even though I've been player
I'm talkin' 'bout been player
I can lie like thank God ambush smoke I inhale
I know I'm in hell
Everywhere they say the slime can't go
You know I went there
We really went there
Okay, I heard the boy want smoke with me
You ain't even approach a G
He know it ain't no approachin' me
I'ma leave his ass where the roaches be
Checkmate, leave your ass right where you standin' (crazy)
You got served plus you know these diamonds dancin'
Lil Durk, what's happenin'?
Young Thug, what's happenin'?
Rudy, what's happenin'?
Big Boo, what's happenin'?
Drop top coupe, lookin' for who was bracked in
Let's get it brackin', what's happenin'
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
I'm a mastermind, look how I mastered mine
They say slow money better than no money
But I want the faster kind
Won't play with yours, so don't play with mine
You'll be a bastard dyin' (dickhead, come try)
Fuck my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I'm living now
I pop shit, no wheelies now, hotboxes to millions now
From hotboxes to millions now
And that no kizzy needed
Back then there wasn't beef now Shawty poppin'
Now they want beef with me
Free Wayne, he showed me to try hard
Big Boo really showed me to cry hard
Free Tay and Clock, they showed me
How to dug and pull that scrap out
My dawg gone and but he still told
Them not to tap out (for sure)
Damn, Rudy, why you cap out
I was out, but now I'm back in my feelings (okay)
Feel like I gotta do a whole lotta killing (okay)
Just to get some healin', nigga
I can't lie, that shit got killed me, nigga
I'ma make 'em feel it, nigga
It's better living soon
It's better living soon
It's better living soon
I'm talkin' 'bout soon
I hope it's soon
I say better living, better living
Better living, better living
For all of us, I'm talkin' 'bout all of us
Credits
Writer(s): Wunnie Devontae Lee, Jacob Denzal Canady
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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