DUNKIN
Uh
Mic check, mic check
One, two (heh)
Damn, it feel good - Aight
Double S
Woo, woo
Think it's time for me to take over the rap game
Who dat? Don't ring a bell though that's my last name
It's hard to tell 'em apart, man, they sound the same
Grew up in South Shore never did that change
Aye, where's the shame in y'alls claims to fame?
You chase the clout, it's gone, you did this in vain
Didn't have enough for my fashion sense
Hence why I'm droppin lines at your expense
In my defense, I'm a nice guy
Regardless what lies they telling y'all bout the Chi
I'm still vibin' out, falling from the sky
Making music for fun, my love will never die
Aye, bump bump
Bump in the whip
Got a squad I know none of them gon jump ship
Staying in the bag, I can't let it slip
She know I got somethin coming if she give me lip
I'm over here killin it man, they pray I quit
I know they wish motherfuckers was singing they shit
Anything that don't come from me is a straight myth
I don't need no opinions, don't need no ratings
What I'm doing is painting the picture
I ain't worried bout these niggas, I'm makin scriptures (What else?)
I gotta ball for my sister, that's Hidden Figures
You thought STVE SØL was cold? Bitch, i'm the winter
(Wow, Wow!)
Oh, he got money now
They acting like clowns they acting funny now
Once I get off the ground, boy I ain't coming down
No handouts, not even getting hand-me-downs
(WOW WOW) Oh he got money now
They acting like clowns they acting funny now
Once I get off the ground, boy I ain't coming down
No handouts, not even getting hand-me-downs (Oh shit!!)
Le-Le-Let the beat drop
(Yeah)
Let the beat rock
Nah, nah and I won't stop
'Til there ain't enough time left on the clock
(Aw, damn)
Let the beat drop
(Aw damn)
Let the beat rock
Nah, nah, and I won't stop
'Til there ain't enough time left on the clock
If you get on the wave just know i'm valid, uh
Good look getting me to shut up, DJ Khaled (yuh)
Focusing on the greens, I don't mean salad
They want me to hop on the beat, perfect landing
I'm the final boss the last man standing
I'm looking like Kyrie the way I'm handling
Present pleasantries like I got a candle lit (Got it!)
Gotta hit these niggas with the Gum-Gum Gatling, uh!
Got the deadly flow, man I know man I know
Take the spotlight whenever I steal the show, steal the show
Gonna dig her out just like I'm shoveling snow
And when I dunk on these niggas do it in Dunk Lows (my Dunks)
Can't crack my knuckles with these rings in the way
No worries I'm chilling, man I just lean then I sway
My fam did too much for me not to succeed
All this is my talent, nigga no stopping me
Sometimes you gotta let the beat breathe with no help
But it's taken such a beating STVE gon speak for himself
Take you back to the beginning when all you heard was the vocals
Fuck your feelings 'cause to me you just
One of the locals
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(No handouts)
Mic check, mic check
One, two (heh)
Damn, it feel good - Aight
Double S
Woo, woo
Think it's time for me to take over the rap game
Who dat? Don't ring a bell though that's my last name
It's hard to tell 'em apart, man, they sound the same
Grew up in South Shore never did that change
Aye, where's the shame in y'alls claims to fame?
You chase the clout, it's gone, you did this in vain
Didn't have enough for my fashion sense
Hence why I'm droppin lines at your expense
In my defense, I'm a nice guy
Regardless what lies they telling y'all bout the Chi
I'm still vibin' out, falling from the sky
Making music for fun, my love will never die
Aye, bump bump
Bump in the whip
Got a squad I know none of them gon jump ship
Staying in the bag, I can't let it slip
She know I got somethin coming if she give me lip
I'm over here killin it man, they pray I quit
I know they wish motherfuckers was singing they shit
Anything that don't come from me is a straight myth
I don't need no opinions, don't need no ratings
What I'm doing is painting the picture
I ain't worried bout these niggas, I'm makin scriptures (What else?)
I gotta ball for my sister, that's Hidden Figures
You thought STVE SØL was cold? Bitch, i'm the winter
(Wow, Wow!)
Oh, he got money now
They acting like clowns they acting funny now
Once I get off the ground, boy I ain't coming down
No handouts, not even getting hand-me-downs
(WOW WOW) Oh he got money now
They acting like clowns they acting funny now
Once I get off the ground, boy I ain't coming down
No handouts, not even getting hand-me-downs (Oh shit!!)
Le-Le-Let the beat drop
(Yeah)
Let the beat rock
Nah, nah and I won't stop
'Til there ain't enough time left on the clock
(Aw, damn)
Let the beat drop
(Aw damn)
Let the beat rock
Nah, nah, and I won't stop
'Til there ain't enough time left on the clock
If you get on the wave just know i'm valid, uh
Good look getting me to shut up, DJ Khaled (yuh)
Focusing on the greens, I don't mean salad
They want me to hop on the beat, perfect landing
I'm the final boss the last man standing
I'm looking like Kyrie the way I'm handling
Present pleasantries like I got a candle lit (Got it!)
Gotta hit these niggas with the Gum-Gum Gatling, uh!
Got the deadly flow, man I know man I know
Take the spotlight whenever I steal the show, steal the show
Gonna dig her out just like I'm shoveling snow
And when I dunk on these niggas do it in Dunk Lows (my Dunks)
Can't crack my knuckles with these rings in the way
No worries I'm chilling, man I just lean then I sway
My fam did too much for me not to succeed
All this is my talent, nigga no stopping me
Sometimes you gotta let the beat breathe with no help
But it's taken such a beating STVE gon speak for himself
Take you back to the beginning when all you heard was the vocals
Fuck your feelings 'cause to me you just
One of the locals
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(Wow Wow)
(No handouts)
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Bell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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