Only
Fuck off my way
Only pussies keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Fuck off my way
Only music keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Okay now gotta be patient
Do it by myself I don't need a fucking favor
I done came too far can not waste it
I done came too far from a
Hol' up
17 years old tryna get a taste of
The city lifestyle full of lighters and papers
Drinking vodka out the bottle with no chaser
Dodging yellow uniforms holding up their taser
Excuse me while I'm faded if you ever get offended
If you stop me mister officer then I don't speak your language
I was raised with the G in my DNA
I don't do no politics don't talk about percentage
Years later still the same manners
Still say it how I feel fuck a trend
I'm going to the club with my Honda Super Cub
You can think what you want and I'm still getting love
Fuck off my way
Only pussies keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Fuck off my way
Only music keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Now what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Back against the wall and I'm saying what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Middle fingers up and I'm saying what's good
I done lost myself chasing them dreams
Feeling stressed out by the people faking their streams
I done fell, going for the fast lane
I done took many Ls, left them in the ashtray
Fast forward who would have thought I'd made my first song
Saying I'm the maestro, talk about my lust for
Women with some good form, stunting like I'm Austin
And some people thinking that the shit I make is obscene
I lost interest in hearing all their nonsense
I don't do no politics I don't do no doctrine
My folks want me to try to get a doctorate
I'ma try my best to get into the top 10
Intoxicated from the Henny now it's time to stop
Got some bangers lining up waiting for their turn to drop
And you know that I earned this spot
Got the game in my hand I'm 'bout to burn it up
Feeling outcast now
All the bad energy I'm finna cast out
Going for the fast lane
Make my name last put it on my last name
Fuck off my way
Only money keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Fuck off my way
Real ones, keeping out the fake
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Now what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Back against the wall and I'm saying what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Middle fingers up and I'm saying what's good
Now let's get lost tonight
Make that shit slap like Oscar night
Shine in the dark no fluorescent light
Come with me I'll put you on for life
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's get lost tonight
Make that shit slap like Oscar night
Shine in the dark no fluorescent light
Come with me I'll put you on for life
Yeah yeah
Now let me hear you sing
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
Feeling outcast now
All the bad energy I'm finna cast out
Going for the fast lane
Make my name last put in on my last name
Only pussies keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Fuck off my way
Only music keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Okay now gotta be patient
Do it by myself I don't need a fucking favor
I done came too far can not waste it
I done came too far from a
Hol' up
17 years old tryna get a taste of
The city lifestyle full of lighters and papers
Drinking vodka out the bottle with no chaser
Dodging yellow uniforms holding up their taser
Excuse me while I'm faded if you ever get offended
If you stop me mister officer then I don't speak your language
I was raised with the G in my DNA
I don't do no politics don't talk about percentage
Years later still the same manners
Still say it how I feel fuck a trend
I'm going to the club with my Honda Super Cub
You can think what you want and I'm still getting love
Fuck off my way
Only pussies keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Fuck off my way
Only music keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Now what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Back against the wall and I'm saying what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Middle fingers up and I'm saying what's good
I done lost myself chasing them dreams
Feeling stressed out by the people faking their streams
I done fell, going for the fast lane
I done took many Ls, left them in the ashtray
Fast forward who would have thought I'd made my first song
Saying I'm the maestro, talk about my lust for
Women with some good form, stunting like I'm Austin
And some people thinking that the shit I make is obscene
I lost interest in hearing all their nonsense
I don't do no politics I don't do no doctrine
My folks want me to try to get a doctorate
I'ma try my best to get into the top 10
Intoxicated from the Henny now it's time to stop
Got some bangers lining up waiting for their turn to drop
And you know that I earned this spot
Got the game in my hand I'm 'bout to burn it up
Feeling outcast now
All the bad energy I'm finna cast out
Going for the fast lane
Make my name last put it on my last name
Fuck off my way
Only money keep me entertained
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Fuck off my way
Real ones, keeping out the fake
Yeah I used to pray for this shit everyday
Now I still pray but I never leave it up to fate
Bitch I own it
Now what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Back against the wall and I'm saying what's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
What's good, (what's good)
Middle fingers up and I'm saying what's good
Now let's get lost tonight
Make that shit slap like Oscar night
Shine in the dark no fluorescent light
Come with me I'll put you on for life
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's get lost tonight
Make that shit slap like Oscar night
Shine in the dark no fluorescent light
Come with me I'll put you on for life
Yeah yeah
Now let me hear you sing
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
Feeling outcast now
All the bad energy I'm finna cast out
Going for the fast lane
Make my name last put in on my last name
Credits
Writer(s): Nhat Minh Nguyen
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