Pacemaker
Yeah, I didn't come here to play, nah, I came with a plan
I'm the star inside my circle, I'm the pentagram, whoa
Makin' sacrifices just to get the Lambo
I'm tryna see how fast that Huracan go
Eyes burnin', no sleep, hustler's O.D.
Collectin' heavy notes, call that keepin' it low-key (sheesh)
What I'm doin' right now, I scheduled last month
You say you work hard, but you ain't do that much
You a has-been, buddy, not me, I'm a has-done
I'ma walk out the booth and fly out for a fast one
2010 sleepin' on the floor prayin' for favors (uh-huh)
I used to envy Jesus 'cause of his paper (yeah)
Collectin' tax-free, that's why he's a saver (woo)
You catch the Holy Ghost when you profit from neighbors
When I go, I hope the man can forgive (uh-huh)
Yеah, all the pocket-watchin' I did (what?)
I mean, thе man should understand, goddamn
I'm one of his kids
Okay, okay, that's enough of this shit (let's go, let's go)
The 7-4-7 cruisin' over the snowpack
My shoulder t-tweakin' from the shotgun blowback
Thinkin' how folks keep me out of the picture
Money sweet right now, it ain't hard to be bitter (nah)
Last year, we were strangers, now they need favors (yeah)
They countin' my money up, I'm feelin' like your maker (bitch)
Can't stand these motherfuckers, Norman Bates (Bates)
We're not the same, man, you feelin' out of place (place)
Take this shit to heart every time I up the stakes
I built this on my own, this ain't somethin' you can erase, bitch
I'm the star inside my circle, I'm the pentagram, whoa
Makin' sacrifices just to get the Lambo
I'm tryna see how fast that Huracan go
Eyes burnin', no sleep, hustler's O.D.
Collectin' heavy notes, call that keepin' it low-key (sheesh)
What I'm doin' right now, I scheduled last month
You say you work hard, but you ain't do that much
You a has-been, buddy, not me, I'm a has-done
I'ma walk out the booth and fly out for a fast one
2010 sleepin' on the floor prayin' for favors (uh-huh)
I used to envy Jesus 'cause of his paper (yeah)
Collectin' tax-free, that's why he's a saver (woo)
You catch the Holy Ghost when you profit from neighbors
When I go, I hope the man can forgive (uh-huh)
Yеah, all the pocket-watchin' I did (what?)
I mean, thе man should understand, goddamn
I'm one of his kids
Okay, okay, that's enough of this shit (let's go, let's go)
The 7-4-7 cruisin' over the snowpack
My shoulder t-tweakin' from the shotgun blowback
Thinkin' how folks keep me out of the picture
Money sweet right now, it ain't hard to be bitter (nah)
Last year, we were strangers, now they need favors (yeah)
They countin' my money up, I'm feelin' like your maker (bitch)
Can't stand these motherfuckers, Norman Bates (Bates)
We're not the same, man, you feelin' out of place (place)
Take this shit to heart every time I up the stakes
I built this on my own, this ain't somethin' you can erase, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Spach, Noel Millar, Daniel Magalhães
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