Jordan Year (At This Rate)
Wow, good God
I'm the truth and they all facades
In the booth and I made shit pop
I came in with the cha cha cha
At this rate we gon' top the charts
At this rate we gon' need a garage
At this rate we need NDAs
Cause at this rate they gon' wanna ménage
At this rate they gon' feel that envy
At this rate wish that they never left me
At this rate they'll try to absorb
But the source from God
I can never be empty
At this rate they gone try and dictate my next steps
As if they know what it takes
To get past the piss takes, mistakes
So many shots my wrist ache
From the flick at this rate
They want pics when I'm taking a shit
(At this rate)
I'm investing and making it big
(At this rate)
I can pay for the kids and they kids
(At this rate)
Parents gone be out the country in a crib
(At this rate)
I'll be fighting Jay Z in a bid
(At this rate)
Women look at me and want me in they ribs
(At this rate)
At this rate i might have to tie tubes
For the court say divide by two with a bitch
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch
Call me Steve o
I go beast mode
Young black CEO
Life a slam dunk
Life a free throw
And it's going in
(Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, Uhn)
Holla at me
I get better every quarter like Kagami
Killing niggas when I write I'm like Yagami
All your favourites keep on calling me on Aniki
Ms on me I'm like Bibidy Babidy Buu
Cinderella want the Gallagher too
Long as she give me that salagadoo
Glass balenciaga shoe
Oh
You never too big for your boots
Talk your shit
Spit your game
Call your clique
Ball so hard I don't need the assist
I don't Nietzsche, cause I seen the abyss
In the lead I pass through screens to the rim
With wings proceed, I'm sinking it in
Till my singles go triple double
I'm a hit the rubble at the speed of a sprint
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I might do some damage
I got em shook tonight (I got em shook tonight)
They can barely manage
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
It's like I got season passes
All this extra game from the greats
Huge advantage
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch
Call me Steve o
I go beast mode
Young black CEO
Life a slam dunk
Life a free throw
And it's going in
I'm the truth and they all facades
In the booth and I made shit pop
I came in with the cha cha cha
At this rate we gon' top the charts
At this rate we gon' need a garage
At this rate we need NDAs
Cause at this rate they gon' wanna ménage
At this rate they gon' feel that envy
At this rate wish that they never left me
At this rate they'll try to absorb
But the source from God
I can never be empty
At this rate they gone try and dictate my next steps
As if they know what it takes
To get past the piss takes, mistakes
So many shots my wrist ache
From the flick at this rate
They want pics when I'm taking a shit
(At this rate)
I'm investing and making it big
(At this rate)
I can pay for the kids and they kids
(At this rate)
Parents gone be out the country in a crib
(At this rate)
I'll be fighting Jay Z in a bid
(At this rate)
Women look at me and want me in they ribs
(At this rate)
At this rate i might have to tie tubes
For the court say divide by two with a bitch
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch
Call me Steve o
I go beast mode
Young black CEO
Life a slam dunk
Life a free throw
And it's going in
(Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, chika-uhn-chika
Uhn, Uhn)
Holla at me
I get better every quarter like Kagami
Killing niggas when I write I'm like Yagami
All your favourites keep on calling me on Aniki
Ms on me I'm like Bibidy Babidy Buu
Cinderella want the Gallagher too
Long as she give me that salagadoo
Glass balenciaga shoe
Oh
You never too big for your boots
Talk your shit
Spit your game
Call your clique
Ball so hard I don't need the assist
I don't Nietzsche, cause I seen the abyss
In the lead I pass through screens to the rim
With wings proceed, I'm sinking it in
Till my singles go triple double
I'm a hit the rubble at the speed of a sprint
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I might do some damage
I got em shook tonight (I got em shook tonight)
They can barely manage
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
It's like I got season passes
All this extra game from the greats
Huge advantage
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch
Call me Steve o
I go beast mode
Young black CEO
Life a slam dunk
Life a free throw
And it's going in
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Writer(s): Ademilolaoluwa Adesoye
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