Stuck Wit It (feat. Vaughn Gogh)
I'm movin the right directions, I'm makin the right connections
I'm gonna go all the way, I'm not gonna stare at reflections
I'm gonna take action, not gonna stop for satisfaction
Been gainin traction, I guess you could say that music's my passion
Stuck wit the tempo
You better get lost or shut up and listen
I'm goin solo
Money is time to work towards my vision
I'm movin so cold
Ice on my neck ice on my wrist
Stuck wit the tempo
Fuck wit the bros, fight with the fist
I'm rockin the realest I know you can feel it
I sing with my government name
I'm rollin the dice and I'm plannin on winnin
You know I'm not playin no game
Stuck in my seat, feelin the beat
Stuck wit it
Steppin my feet, in my heartbeat
Stuck wit it
Big stick, ain't talkin bout a gun
Maybach imma whip that so fun
Thugger thugger, ima player ima Don
If you want a cash-stacker
Pick me, I'm the one
Not playin wit em, no games I run it up
Entrepreneur, a connoisseur got a ton
Don't pass, can't miss never last
Pedal to the metal gave a homie whiplash
I'm up in a rocket it leave you wit jet lag
Money so long it look like a whole mag
So much blue it fill up a whole duffel
Bag, shuffle, Cupid
Swear that I'm Stuck wit the tempo
Can't keep up, better get lost, listen
I'm feelin so cold
Ice on my neck gave me freezer burn, oh no
I feel like Frodo
I get a bag and then hit the road with the bros
I'm in a fat whip, hit the cut quick
I'm applyin pressure like Cole
Applyin pressure like Cole
Punchin the clock, stackin up the dough
Applyin pressure like Cole
Punchin the clock, stackin up the dough
Stuck wit the tempo
You better get lost or shut up and listen
I'm goin solo
Money is time to work towards my vision
I'm movin so cold
Ice on my neck ice on my wrist
Stuck wit the tempo
Fuck wit the bros, fight with the fist
I'm rockin the realest I know you can feel it
I sing with my government name
I'm rollin the dice and I'm plannin on winnin
You know I'm not playin no game
Stuck in my seat, feelin the beat
Stuck wit it
Steppin my feet, in my heartbeat
Stuck wit it
I'm rollin it up, I'll take a hit
I'm writin it up, I'll make a hit
They playin my songs they fuck wit it
All the dope smokin yeah we so lit
I'll keep this ride movin even with my demons
Don't take no excuses each one's a bad reason
You want the job done right you need someone seasoned
I got it on lock yeah the levels are evened
I'm gonna go all the way, I'm not gonna stare at reflections
I'm gonna take action, not gonna stop for satisfaction
Been gainin traction, I guess you could say that music's my passion
Stuck wit the tempo
You better get lost or shut up and listen
I'm goin solo
Money is time to work towards my vision
I'm movin so cold
Ice on my neck ice on my wrist
Stuck wit the tempo
Fuck wit the bros, fight with the fist
I'm rockin the realest I know you can feel it
I sing with my government name
I'm rollin the dice and I'm plannin on winnin
You know I'm not playin no game
Stuck in my seat, feelin the beat
Stuck wit it
Steppin my feet, in my heartbeat
Stuck wit it
Big stick, ain't talkin bout a gun
Maybach imma whip that so fun
Thugger thugger, ima player ima Don
If you want a cash-stacker
Pick me, I'm the one
Not playin wit em, no games I run it up
Entrepreneur, a connoisseur got a ton
Don't pass, can't miss never last
Pedal to the metal gave a homie whiplash
I'm up in a rocket it leave you wit jet lag
Money so long it look like a whole mag
So much blue it fill up a whole duffel
Bag, shuffle, Cupid
Swear that I'm Stuck wit the tempo
Can't keep up, better get lost, listen
I'm feelin so cold
Ice on my neck gave me freezer burn, oh no
I feel like Frodo
I get a bag and then hit the road with the bros
I'm in a fat whip, hit the cut quick
I'm applyin pressure like Cole
Applyin pressure like Cole
Punchin the clock, stackin up the dough
Applyin pressure like Cole
Punchin the clock, stackin up the dough
Stuck wit the tempo
You better get lost or shut up and listen
I'm goin solo
Money is time to work towards my vision
I'm movin so cold
Ice on my neck ice on my wrist
Stuck wit the tempo
Fuck wit the bros, fight with the fist
I'm rockin the realest I know you can feel it
I sing with my government name
I'm rollin the dice and I'm plannin on winnin
You know I'm not playin no game
Stuck in my seat, feelin the beat
Stuck wit it
Steppin my feet, in my heartbeat
Stuck wit it
I'm rollin it up, I'll take a hit
I'm writin it up, I'll make a hit
They playin my songs they fuck wit it
All the dope smokin yeah we so lit
I'll keep this ride movin even with my demons
Don't take no excuses each one's a bad reason
You want the job done right you need someone seasoned
I got it on lock yeah the levels are evened
Credits
Writer(s): John Cannon, Kyle Schoeffler
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