Shot for Shot
Back to the basics
His own boss he ain't with the late shit
Off white, blasting off in a space ship
Early bird get the worm
I took the grave shift
Huh
Long sleeves, bearing arms, bet they couldn't reach
Only reason he got a coup, Kus he couldn't fit (Ain't fit in)
She bad as hell, was always present. No idea how she got an F
Wrapped in Gucci the way he looking like a Christmas gift
Midnight blues, she was down, they was chasing coin
Always knew he was a star, They had to wish him well
Ain't hard to tell, third eye open, custom Cartiers (20/20)
Had to bring it home, The King was MIA for all them years (Brooklyn)
He was Outta town, Young nigga putting in Over time
Cant take a wrong step, That's just the shit he on
After the first Mill, It was just another Millennium
Spending salad on dressing, Drip came from weathering the storm
Back to the basics
His own boss he ain't with the late shit
Off white, blasting off in a space ship
Early bird get the worm
I took the grave shift
Gave his 10 percent, Still got a plate full
Never sold Cane but, He was always Able
They try to box him out, He was rocking Damier
Vvs wilding in his ear, Its kind of hard to hear
It's kinda hard to look over his shoulder, For reasons being the same
Valet park it in the front, you would think he was handicap
You could feel it in your soul, The way you got the nerve
All them tears he shed, The only reason that you seeing it growing
Walk by faith not by sight, That's how you believe in you
99.9 That way you never get to comfortable
Back to back, dealing with them racks, It's like we swinging swords
Had to travel East from West, Now we coast to coast
All that glass stacked on his neck, They had make a toast
When you get your chance, Gotta make sure that you make the most
He's been getting it all year, The foreign outside looking Gross
Mine was shinning brighter apparently, So she had to choose
Got no choice but to be first place, Fire in the tote
Before was public, now we out here trapping in Quattro sport
Everybody gotta listen up when the captain talk
Top Brass especially when you hit the sort
His own boss he ain't with the late shit
Off white, blasting off in a space ship
Early bird get the worm
I took the grave shift
Huh
Long sleeves, bearing arms, bet they couldn't reach
Only reason he got a coup, Kus he couldn't fit (Ain't fit in)
She bad as hell, was always present. No idea how she got an F
Wrapped in Gucci the way he looking like a Christmas gift
Midnight blues, she was down, they was chasing coin
Always knew he was a star, They had to wish him well
Ain't hard to tell, third eye open, custom Cartiers (20/20)
Had to bring it home, The King was MIA for all them years (Brooklyn)
He was Outta town, Young nigga putting in Over time
Cant take a wrong step, That's just the shit he on
After the first Mill, It was just another Millennium
Spending salad on dressing, Drip came from weathering the storm
Back to the basics
His own boss he ain't with the late shit
Off white, blasting off in a space ship
Early bird get the worm
I took the grave shift
Gave his 10 percent, Still got a plate full
Never sold Cane but, He was always Able
They try to box him out, He was rocking Damier
Vvs wilding in his ear, Its kind of hard to hear
It's kinda hard to look over his shoulder, For reasons being the same
Valet park it in the front, you would think he was handicap
You could feel it in your soul, The way you got the nerve
All them tears he shed, The only reason that you seeing it growing
Walk by faith not by sight, That's how you believe in you
99.9 That way you never get to comfortable
Back to back, dealing with them racks, It's like we swinging swords
Had to travel East from West, Now we coast to coast
All that glass stacked on his neck, They had make a toast
When you get your chance, Gotta make sure that you make the most
He's been getting it all year, The foreign outside looking Gross
Mine was shinning brighter apparently, So she had to choose
Got no choice but to be first place, Fire in the tote
Before was public, now we out here trapping in Quattro sport
Everybody gotta listen up when the captain talk
Top Brass especially when you hit the sort
Credits
Writer(s): Dev Dinero
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