The Game
(Pre's Only Child)
(Meezy you a fool for this one)
Niggas snitch before the police even show the evidence
When my time come I'm going to buy a bigger residence
Really in my element
I can show you messages
I want to be the one...
They ain't gone get that reference
Keshia Cole they telling me that the flow is heaven sent
Bro this shit is effortless
Dream of rap checks so big they looking like some settlements
Supreme on me head to toe I'm looking like a peppermint
He got shot in his foot
Next week he trying to step again
My nigga Beauxx at the door
They gone have to let him in
D1 all-state I never wore a letterman
Working hard all day
I'm trying to stay ahead of them
I'm so competitive
Dropped a snippet so hard
They begging for the rest of it
Liking old pics on the gram
She be doing extra shit (extra)
Want me to shoot my shot at her
I'll hit a Hesi quick
Other shit don't concern me
I seen somebody 50 on the corner still serving
My nigga trying to leave the game
I seen him pulling on his jersey
(He need one coach)
I don't think you heard me
The goal is the bag, get out the way, retire early
Phone on DND cause I'm working
Phone on DND cause I'm working
That's my baby
Asking me my whereabouts
She turning up, new car, she moving out her parents house
I buy expensive clothes
I used to hit the clearance aisle (literally)
I'm making all this music
I'm going to let them hear it now
Vision bad, but it's a little clearer now
My Buick cool but I need some automatic steering now (Tesla)
Came home, seen my momma
I asked what the tears about
Eviction notice on the door
They was trying to kick us out
Rap, hoop, go to school I ain't even pick a route
Yeah I did all three knowing it's gone get me out
(All three)
Extra steak when we eat
Sometimes I get to pigging out
The shit used to dream
I really get to live it out
I'm just doing what I said
I must be vegan
Cause I ain't beefing I want bread
Let's call it even
I'm chasing dream instead
Back yo bags, we got a long road ahead
It's a marathon I ain't tripping I got legs
Going too crazy!! They going to put me on some meds
Niggas baselining, living life on the edge
While they FaceTiming, they ain't stopping at no reds
These hoes do the same shit, listening to Meg
Eyes in the rear view, but I ain't looking for a fed
Sometimes I like to write, sometimes it's off the head
They telling me I'm special
One day they might call me Ed
(Yeahhhhh)
I'm Pre's Only Child
I been a fool, been a fool
Literally
(Meezy you a fool for this one)
Niggas snitch before the police even show the evidence
When my time come I'm going to buy a bigger residence
Really in my element
I can show you messages
I want to be the one...
They ain't gone get that reference
Keshia Cole they telling me that the flow is heaven sent
Bro this shit is effortless
Dream of rap checks so big they looking like some settlements
Supreme on me head to toe I'm looking like a peppermint
He got shot in his foot
Next week he trying to step again
My nigga Beauxx at the door
They gone have to let him in
D1 all-state I never wore a letterman
Working hard all day
I'm trying to stay ahead of them
I'm so competitive
Dropped a snippet so hard
They begging for the rest of it
Liking old pics on the gram
She be doing extra shit (extra)
Want me to shoot my shot at her
I'll hit a Hesi quick
Other shit don't concern me
I seen somebody 50 on the corner still serving
My nigga trying to leave the game
I seen him pulling on his jersey
(He need one coach)
I don't think you heard me
The goal is the bag, get out the way, retire early
Phone on DND cause I'm working
Phone on DND cause I'm working
That's my baby
Asking me my whereabouts
She turning up, new car, she moving out her parents house
I buy expensive clothes
I used to hit the clearance aisle (literally)
I'm making all this music
I'm going to let them hear it now
Vision bad, but it's a little clearer now
My Buick cool but I need some automatic steering now (Tesla)
Came home, seen my momma
I asked what the tears about
Eviction notice on the door
They was trying to kick us out
Rap, hoop, go to school I ain't even pick a route
Yeah I did all three knowing it's gone get me out
(All three)
Extra steak when we eat
Sometimes I get to pigging out
The shit used to dream
I really get to live it out
I'm just doing what I said
I must be vegan
Cause I ain't beefing I want bread
Let's call it even
I'm chasing dream instead
Back yo bags, we got a long road ahead
It's a marathon I ain't tripping I got legs
Going too crazy!! They going to put me on some meds
Niggas baselining, living life on the edge
While they FaceTiming, they ain't stopping at no reds
These hoes do the same shit, listening to Meg
Eyes in the rear view, but I ain't looking for a fed
Sometimes I like to write, sometimes it's off the head
They telling me I'm special
One day they might call me Ed
(Yeahhhhh)
I'm Pre's Only Child
I been a fool, been a fool
Literally
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Writer(s): Job Alexander
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