Loveforthegame
I'm tryna up it on a whole different level, I don't know why niggas waiting
Aint so such thing as "the right time" you gotta pick a moment, then create it
If my bro struggle I uplift em, if he doing good we parading
I got no ceiling like brought the top down, really Im destined for greatness
I got desire to win
Niggas be rapping about they higher than him and him
Or flyer than him and him
Like nigga I'm tired of him and him
We cant be the same, I'm tryna up it, I got a love for game
Tryna put these songs in frames, and they gon' see how far I came
Chanel chain when Im chilling, might wear the cross to go see Grandma
We dont speak a lot, we don't hang out
I be thinking about it, it matters
When you get the money niggas all around, if it leave bet they gon scatter
Tryna get rich, cant stay broke, I know both hurt, but money I rather
Got the hard life of a rapper, gotta make music they gonna turn up to
And im just starting, but I feel the pressure, as of late nigga I begun too
And my parents tell me don't stress, but how could I not? I'm tryna be the best
I feel guilty I dont get no rest, my body been hurting, my niggas impressed
Everybody tell me "bro you gotta win", they don't even know what it takes
They have no clue, who the greats is
I need dead money like I grave dig
I dont even wanna play the field
All the women playing with a shield
Dont know who playing
Dont know who not
I dont even be knowing who real
Yeah I'm a artist but keeping it sealed
Like the exit on automobiles
I never wanted half of no president
I need it all, ain't splitting the bill
Only 20 years
But I been rapping for a hundred years
Know niggas thinking I'm sweet
And that shit cool, I don't know what honey is
All the shit I lost in my lifetime, it's hard to bring the old Ju back
If I call you my brother or lifeline, why the hell would I hold you back
They ain't writing lyrics how I write mine, I don't really care about stats
I just really wanna win, remember I used to really want her back
I'm good
I'm tryna up it on a whole different level, I don't know why niggas waiting
Aint so such thing as "the right time" you gotta pick a moment, then create it
If my bro struggle I uplift em, if he doing good we parading
I got no ceiling like brought the top down, really Im destined for greatness
I got desire to win
Niggas be rapping about they higher than him and him
Or flyer than him and him
Like nigga I'm tired of him and him
We cant be the same, Im tryna up it, I got a love for game
Tryna put these songs in frames, and they gon' see how far I came
Aint so such thing as "the right time" you gotta pick a moment, then create it
If my bro struggle I uplift em, if he doing good we parading
I got no ceiling like brought the top down, really Im destined for greatness
I got desire to win
Niggas be rapping about they higher than him and him
Or flyer than him and him
Like nigga I'm tired of him and him
We cant be the same, I'm tryna up it, I got a love for game
Tryna put these songs in frames, and they gon' see how far I came
Chanel chain when Im chilling, might wear the cross to go see Grandma
We dont speak a lot, we don't hang out
I be thinking about it, it matters
When you get the money niggas all around, if it leave bet they gon scatter
Tryna get rich, cant stay broke, I know both hurt, but money I rather
Got the hard life of a rapper, gotta make music they gonna turn up to
And im just starting, but I feel the pressure, as of late nigga I begun too
And my parents tell me don't stress, but how could I not? I'm tryna be the best
I feel guilty I dont get no rest, my body been hurting, my niggas impressed
Everybody tell me "bro you gotta win", they don't even know what it takes
They have no clue, who the greats is
I need dead money like I grave dig
I dont even wanna play the field
All the women playing with a shield
Dont know who playing
Dont know who not
I dont even be knowing who real
Yeah I'm a artist but keeping it sealed
Like the exit on automobiles
I never wanted half of no president
I need it all, ain't splitting the bill
Only 20 years
But I been rapping for a hundred years
Know niggas thinking I'm sweet
And that shit cool, I don't know what honey is
All the shit I lost in my lifetime, it's hard to bring the old Ju back
If I call you my brother or lifeline, why the hell would I hold you back
They ain't writing lyrics how I write mine, I don't really care about stats
I just really wanna win, remember I used to really want her back
I'm good
I'm tryna up it on a whole different level, I don't know why niggas waiting
Aint so such thing as "the right time" you gotta pick a moment, then create it
If my bro struggle I uplift em, if he doing good we parading
I got no ceiling like brought the top down, really Im destined for greatness
I got desire to win
Niggas be rapping about they higher than him and him
Or flyer than him and him
Like nigga I'm tired of him and him
We cant be the same, Im tryna up it, I got a love for game
Tryna put these songs in frames, and they gon' see how far I came
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Writer(s): Julian Dinsi
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