Extraordinary (Intro)
Extraordinary shit nigga
Cook it up, almost passed out
Cooking up wit out a mask
Came from selling nickle bags
But still back then could get a half
These niggas lost in competition
I peep they comment, I just laugh
I got sum OG's from Orlando
Made a killing offa slabs
How the fuck you want the pills
But say you only want a half
2016 When I jumped up outta school
Jumped inna bag
Peach soda, thick drank
You add it up and do the math
Ran thru my first 50k as a teenager
I was sad
But don't ever think that, shit stopped me
It just turned me on To cash
Came from section 8
Who'd thought I'd make it offa rap
Every track keep getting harder they Like damn that niggas snapped
Take me back before the quali- when we Still was sippin act
I used pull up on my brother drop a 4
To bring it back
Rocking shows wit buggboiiz
Bitches screaming ona snap
Still a jump into the crowd
And have a nigga running laps
Shooting dice and lost a 100
Poked the game, to get it back
Told myself when I get bigger
Putting vv's on my neck
I became a big dawg, niggas owe me The respect
You ain't gotta pay attention
They just pay me for the set
Bro a rob you for yo soul
But even faster for a check
Cougar bitch keep calling me
She steady trynna throw the neck
How the fuck yo ass a boss you took a Loss
Ain't get it back
I can tell these niggas fake
Ain't mastered how to keep a stack
Ian have a choice
My daddy taught the rules to nvr lack
If you saw me 6 deep
Then I was prolly wearing black
Tried to throw me 25
That was the offer off the back
Ian never been the type to ask for shit
I grabbed a pack
This shit ether when I'm spitting
Ian selling you no crack
Niggas bold
Walking round like they ain't never been a rat
Ain't it crazy
When he left the police came in thru the back
I just middle man 3 bows and make 5 thousand off the thrax
You a looker, know you prolly get astounded offa det
Nowadays
I want 3500 for the raps
Rolling loud then summer jam
Count 10 thousand after det
Sold a split to bro - now we need a mountain after det
Want sum dope Ian gone have it just hit Lil bro for the wax
Cook it up, almost passed out
Cooking up wit out a mask
Came from selling nickle bags
But still back then could get a half
These niggas lost in competition
I peep they comment, I just laugh
I got sum OG's from Orlando
Made a killing offa slabs
How the fuck you want the pills
But say you only want a half
2016 When I jumped up outta school
Jumped inna bag
Peach soda, thick drank
You add it up and do the math
Ran thru my first 50k as a teenager
I was sad
But don't ever think that, shit stopped me
It just turned me on To cash
Came from section 8
Who'd thought I'd make it offa rap
Every track keep getting harder they Like damn that niggas snapped
Take me back before the quali- when we Still was sippin act
I used pull up on my brother drop a 4
To bring it back
Rocking shows wit buggboiiz
Bitches screaming ona snap
Still a jump into the crowd
And have a nigga running laps
Shooting dice and lost a 100
Poked the game, to get it back
Told myself when I get bigger
Putting vv's on my neck
I became a big dawg, niggas owe me The respect
You ain't gotta pay attention
They just pay me for the set
Bro a rob you for yo soul
But even faster for a check
Cougar bitch keep calling me
She steady trynna throw the neck
How the fuck yo ass a boss you took a Loss
Ain't get it back
I can tell these niggas fake
Ain't mastered how to keep a stack
Ian have a choice
My daddy taught the rules to nvr lack
If you saw me 6 deep
Then I was prolly wearing black
Tried to throw me 25
That was the offer off the back
Ian never been the type to ask for shit
I grabbed a pack
This shit ether when I'm spitting
Ian selling you no crack
Niggas bold
Walking round like they ain't never been a rat
Ain't it crazy
When he left the police came in thru the back
I just middle man 3 bows and make 5 thousand off the thrax
You a looker, know you prolly get astounded offa det
Nowadays
I want 3500 for the raps
Rolling loud then summer jam
Count 10 thousand after det
Sold a split to bro - now we need a mountain after det
Want sum dope Ian gone have it just hit Lil bro for the wax
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Writer(s): Keith Whittmon-anderson Jr
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