Go Off
I ain't paid a dime
It's Tia Live
Go Off
Shut up
Falling apart at the seams
Looking up
Everything is not what it seems
Tryna paint the picture that I see in my dreams
Vision blurry
I can't tell who really on my team
Who really got my back
Who stuck to me like glue if I derail up off this track
Who finna tell the truth
Who coming with the cap
Who really knows the Tia from way back
Seen the growth
We wasting no time speaking on that
BIG FACTS
Who knows that I'm the life of the party
Who knows I'm from the burbs
And ain't afraid to catch a body
I be by my lonely
I don't mess with anybody
If they disrespecting
They done made themselves a target
Baby, I'm just getting started
I like my trees in leaves
Bowls be stanky like we farted
My homies, anything they need
They call, they know I got em
We all got these dreams
Ain't no way I'm finna doubt em
We all got these dreams
Ain't no way I'm finna doubt em
Aye, so who hard-bodied
Who staying til the end
Who was here when we started
Remember I was doing gospel
Was barely an artist
Done always had them bars regardless
I was trusting my process
Taking some losses
Almost hit rock bottom
I linked up with some bosses
Trusting my process
Taking some losses
Almost hit rock bottom
I linked up with some bosses
I got em shook
Like, where the hook
I ain't letting up
Save all your alarms
I'm on they neck
I ain't getting up
Tia is the livest
If you gamble, bet on her
Stack and flip the profit
Risky cuz I'm cocky
He wanna stop and talk
I ain't got the time
He used to Netflix and chill
I'm more like wine and dine
They asking
Is it all yours
I ain't paid a dime
I be barely using filters
Cause I'm really fine
I ain't lying
Sliding on the beat like I be sliding in his DMs
Damn he tall and fine
You know I'm really tryna see him
Gotta keep it playa
Wrap my wood up in a paper
If he got fye conversation
Ima have to see him later
Addicted to the grind
But he makes me wanna lay up
Rubbing on my booty
Talking how we'll get this cake up
We ain't worried about no haters
Know they got their fake up
Guarding like we Hardin
Baby, can't nobody snake us
Top tier, with no fears
I'm cutting loose
Harder than the hitters when I step inside the booth
If the proof is in the pudding
Better have bananas too
Murda 8 to MAC
Never turning back
Coals turned to diamonds
Baby made for pressure
Depression couldn't keep me down
Baby made for pressure
Roll it up, smoke the loud
Baby made for pressure
Ask me what I'm doing now
Baby applying pressure
Tia Live
It's Tia Live
Go Off
Shut up
Falling apart at the seams
Looking up
Everything is not what it seems
Tryna paint the picture that I see in my dreams
Vision blurry
I can't tell who really on my team
Who really got my back
Who stuck to me like glue if I derail up off this track
Who finna tell the truth
Who coming with the cap
Who really knows the Tia from way back
Seen the growth
We wasting no time speaking on that
BIG FACTS
Who knows that I'm the life of the party
Who knows I'm from the burbs
And ain't afraid to catch a body
I be by my lonely
I don't mess with anybody
If they disrespecting
They done made themselves a target
Baby, I'm just getting started
I like my trees in leaves
Bowls be stanky like we farted
My homies, anything they need
They call, they know I got em
We all got these dreams
Ain't no way I'm finna doubt em
We all got these dreams
Ain't no way I'm finna doubt em
Aye, so who hard-bodied
Who staying til the end
Who was here when we started
Remember I was doing gospel
Was barely an artist
Done always had them bars regardless
I was trusting my process
Taking some losses
Almost hit rock bottom
I linked up with some bosses
Trusting my process
Taking some losses
Almost hit rock bottom
I linked up with some bosses
I got em shook
Like, where the hook
I ain't letting up
Save all your alarms
I'm on they neck
I ain't getting up
Tia is the livest
If you gamble, bet on her
Stack and flip the profit
Risky cuz I'm cocky
He wanna stop and talk
I ain't got the time
He used to Netflix and chill
I'm more like wine and dine
They asking
Is it all yours
I ain't paid a dime
I be barely using filters
Cause I'm really fine
I ain't lying
Sliding on the beat like I be sliding in his DMs
Damn he tall and fine
You know I'm really tryna see him
Gotta keep it playa
Wrap my wood up in a paper
If he got fye conversation
Ima have to see him later
Addicted to the grind
But he makes me wanna lay up
Rubbing on my booty
Talking how we'll get this cake up
We ain't worried about no haters
Know they got their fake up
Guarding like we Hardin
Baby, can't nobody snake us
Top tier, with no fears
I'm cutting loose
Harder than the hitters when I step inside the booth
If the proof is in the pudding
Better have bananas too
Murda 8 to MAC
Never turning back
Coals turned to diamonds
Baby made for pressure
Depression couldn't keep me down
Baby made for pressure
Roll it up, smoke the loud
Baby made for pressure
Ask me what I'm doing now
Baby applying pressure
Tia Live
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Writer(s): Tiana Scott
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