Ptolemy
Sprinter position
Get ready go
I'm on a mission to get to the doe
I got ambition
No bitches to show for it
I want a whip with a chauffeur the come wit it
I ain't tryna drive that shit
I Got business to handle
And Mary to roll
Killin the beat
And then bury the bones
Lost all my friends
Bitch I made it alone
Robbing the bank
Tell the teller to Fill up the bag and then carry it home
Shoutout my momma she gave me throne
I am the king
I am the king
Fuck your opinion I perry the throws
Almost went broke
Spending my time try impressing these hoes
What you pressing me for?
Don't like my essence
Then Exit the door Bitch
Been in my box
Like Im living in storage
I'm coming swinging like door hinge
Yall need some wd40
Y'all fucking bore me
Crossing the finish
I finessed it first
Ima be humble
I ain't here to gloat
Ima depend on my ethic of work
Momma said I am the greatest
The goat
Lost my compassion a long time ago
Got a gar in my mouth
And my lungs full of smoke
When my heart tell me stop bitch I won't
You ain't welcome if you fuck up the flow
So don't fuck up my flow
I been distant I know
I been busy my vision
Aint never been clearer before
My oculus poppin
My ops isn't stopping me
Pops was my hero and he the one guiding me
I can feel god in me
Pro tip
I'm a prodigy
Hoping my broskies is proud of me
Hoping my message get thru to them
Remember in class I was doodling
Now I'm the dude fucking doing it
Puto
Got the juice like I'm Juno
You know
I'm the one
Call me uno
Sprinter position I'm Keeping the form
And I'm Flying like formula one down the road
Never doubted myself
Fuck what you told me
I'm keeping the beat on the loop like a belt
Fuck you told me
My demons will greet you heaters like
Motherfucker welcome to hell
Fuck what you told me
I give you the theory I'm prolmey
I'm coming in shooting I'm tony
Watch ya tone
Like ya printer ink running low
I wrote this in gold
I wrote this in blood
I wrote this in sweat
I hopped on a beat
I rode it to death
Get ready go
I'm on a mission to get to the doe
I got ambition
No bitches to show for it
I want a whip with a chauffeur the come wit it
I ain't tryna drive that shit
I Got business to handle
And Mary to roll
Killin the beat
And then bury the bones
Lost all my friends
Bitch I made it alone
Robbing the bank
Tell the teller to Fill up the bag and then carry it home
Shoutout my momma she gave me throne
I am the king
I am the king
Fuck your opinion I perry the throws
Almost went broke
Spending my time try impressing these hoes
What you pressing me for?
Don't like my essence
Then Exit the door Bitch
Been in my box
Like Im living in storage
I'm coming swinging like door hinge
Yall need some wd40
Y'all fucking bore me
Crossing the finish
I finessed it first
Ima be humble
I ain't here to gloat
Ima depend on my ethic of work
Momma said I am the greatest
The goat
Lost my compassion a long time ago
Got a gar in my mouth
And my lungs full of smoke
When my heart tell me stop bitch I won't
You ain't welcome if you fuck up the flow
So don't fuck up my flow
I been distant I know
I been busy my vision
Aint never been clearer before
My oculus poppin
My ops isn't stopping me
Pops was my hero and he the one guiding me
I can feel god in me
Pro tip
I'm a prodigy
Hoping my broskies is proud of me
Hoping my message get thru to them
Remember in class I was doodling
Now I'm the dude fucking doing it
Puto
Got the juice like I'm Juno
You know
I'm the one
Call me uno
Sprinter position I'm Keeping the form
And I'm Flying like formula one down the road
Never doubted myself
Fuck what you told me
I'm keeping the beat on the loop like a belt
Fuck you told me
My demons will greet you heaters like
Motherfucker welcome to hell
Fuck what you told me
I give you the theory I'm prolmey
I'm coming in shooting I'm tony
Watch ya tone
Like ya printer ink running low
I wrote this in gold
I wrote this in blood
I wrote this in sweat
I hopped on a beat
I rode it to death
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Writer(s): Peter Santos
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