1&TS

Stepped on the scene
I been dripped to my feet
Girl in my arm
She gon brag in her tweets (Shhh)
Bens all in blue
I might flex on em fools
Was the man back in school
I still make my own rules

Chick on my line all day
Left her on read, aint with the games
Shit never lasts but I still been good
Stacked up my bread got paid
Rock, out the, shows
Make a few racks then go
Got a freak bih on a trip, Cancun
Just gave me Brain in my backseat coupe
Can't mess around no lame,
Niggas gonna hate when they don't know game
I gotta keep my dist'
With a life they wished
Keep on talking nigga write your list
You still scrolling through that IG feed?
Run anywhere know you gonna see me
Finna get paid, gotta make ways
I been working man I just can't wait
(Trust in few keep my circles small)
You won't catch me slippin up or fall
(Got some guys that would risk it all)
They would knock a nigga out rag doll
(Please don't think I depend on you)
Just one call I can switch you through
(Check my past on the web, big moves)
Got no time I can't keep no fool
Now Just, Passed, them up, knew what I'd
Become, told em I'm, the one, back then got no love
4 Years looking back, building bricks
I stacked, all my goals began, I had made a plan

Stepped on the scene
I been dripped to my feet
Girl in my arm
She gon brag in her tweets (Shhh)
Bens all in blue
I might flex on em fools
Was the man back in school
I still make my own rules
Stepped on the scene
I been dripped to my feet
Girl in my arm
She gon brag in her tweets (Shhh)
Bens all in blue
I might flex on em fools
Was the man back in school
I still make my own rules
(One and the same they all gon know the name)



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Lewis
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