Robinhood
Feelings don't die I just bury em
Wance could walk by himself I try and carry em
I just wanna see my niggas up
Flow water put it in ya cup
Tell me how it taste dawg
I been broke I ain't break dawg
You doing good but you ain't great dawg
That's what I be telling myself
Never selling myself
I cop the blanks press the merch and mail it myself
Put my cape on I heard niggas yelling for help
Stop it
We just getting turnt up
Step in the booth and come out burnt up
Don't get me started nigga
They going dumb I'm retarded
How I'm in the top 100 and I ain't charted
Something smelling off in here
These niggas farted
Put my whole catalog for sale
And they bought it
Covid still going it's been hard on an artist
I'm so damn sick I couldn't tell you if I caught it
Flesh wounds
Shitted on em
Fucked up the restroom
Now I'm finna shit in the next room
This shit is not close
A couple black sheep but they not goats
Might be GD's but they not folks
I been with my niggas building new ways
Leaders of the new age
This shit could only go two ways
Either you gone quit or you gone keep going
Either you gone die or you going keep growing?
Smiling in my grave
Thinking bout the roads that I paved
Look at all the owners we done made
Yaya made millions
Tessie made millions
Milli made millions
Bitch that's how I'm feeling
What the fuck is a ceiling?
Stop it
Aint nobody close to me
Just a joke to me
I'm Tariq St. Patrick niggas ghost to me
Y'all niggas buggin' what's a roach to me
Top twenty list is just a post to me
Who serious?
I'm moving too fast these niggas furious
I took all the risk I was curious
Turned down Roc Nation had me feeling all delirious
Nigga stop
Had to build it my own way
Who said independence was the long way
I get paid every time my song play
Had to step my grind up
I don't need luck I made my mind up
When you value time look where you wind up
Nigga that's a clock bar
Might be in the red but I'm still up
That's a stock bar
Whole lot of sheep and silly beef
That's a stockyard
I can't be the best rapper nigga I'm a pop star
I was up a hunnit still riding in my pops car
Tryna make a million in 3 months and I'm not far
All these rap niggas gassed up but they not stars
Who tf the year belong to if it's not ours?
Nigga stop playing
Wance could walk by himself I try and carry em
I just wanna see my niggas up
Flow water put it in ya cup
Tell me how it taste dawg
I been broke I ain't break dawg
You doing good but you ain't great dawg
That's what I be telling myself
Never selling myself
I cop the blanks press the merch and mail it myself
Put my cape on I heard niggas yelling for help
Stop it
We just getting turnt up
Step in the booth and come out burnt up
Don't get me started nigga
They going dumb I'm retarded
How I'm in the top 100 and I ain't charted
Something smelling off in here
These niggas farted
Put my whole catalog for sale
And they bought it
Covid still going it's been hard on an artist
I'm so damn sick I couldn't tell you if I caught it
Flesh wounds
Shitted on em
Fucked up the restroom
Now I'm finna shit in the next room
This shit is not close
A couple black sheep but they not goats
Might be GD's but they not folks
I been with my niggas building new ways
Leaders of the new age
This shit could only go two ways
Either you gone quit or you gone keep going
Either you gone die or you going keep growing?
Smiling in my grave
Thinking bout the roads that I paved
Look at all the owners we done made
Yaya made millions
Tessie made millions
Milli made millions
Bitch that's how I'm feeling
What the fuck is a ceiling?
Stop it
Aint nobody close to me
Just a joke to me
I'm Tariq St. Patrick niggas ghost to me
Y'all niggas buggin' what's a roach to me
Top twenty list is just a post to me
Who serious?
I'm moving too fast these niggas furious
I took all the risk I was curious
Turned down Roc Nation had me feeling all delirious
Nigga stop
Had to build it my own way
Who said independence was the long way
I get paid every time my song play
Had to step my grind up
I don't need luck I made my mind up
When you value time look where you wind up
Nigga that's a clock bar
Might be in the red but I'm still up
That's a stock bar
Whole lot of sheep and silly beef
That's a stockyard
I can't be the best rapper nigga I'm a pop star
I was up a hunnit still riding in my pops car
Tryna make a million in 3 months and I'm not far
All these rap niggas gassed up but they not stars
Who tf the year belong to if it's not ours?
Nigga stop playing
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Writer(s): Larussell Thomas, Daniel Gopfert, Ihor Oliinyk
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