Wild

Ooo la la la la la
La la la la la
Ooo la la la la la
La la la la la

I do what I want
I know who I am
There's only one of me
I am my biggest fan
I look good
I walk the walk
The others
They just talk
They don't know all my plans
Just watch me how I land

You know that I get wild
You know that I got style
You know that I got class
Just watch me run it back

They don't get the point like Shaq O's free throw
Charged to the game make my own cheat codes
Tippy toes lurkin' through their peephole
I hear I see I speak no evil

Shoutout my brothers way back where I stay
I'm typically the only one in my way
You'll never be me at the end of the day
Respect and the credit I need it today

You know that I get wild
You know that I got style
You know that I got class
Just watch me run it back

They don't want the smoke
Like the black with the mild
Give game to the dogs
We the beasts in the wild
Can take the child from the streets
Not the streets from the child
Holding the grenade with the pin in my mouth
I'm holding the pin
Couldn't care less if I win
Man I took it all on the chin
Just to get stabbed in the back yet again
But we pullin' up yet again
Just like it always has been

You know that I get wild
You know that I got style
You know that I got class
Just watch me run it back

Ooo la la la la la
La la la la la
Ooo la la la la la
La la la la la

I do what I want
I know who I am
There's only one of me
I am my biggest fan
I look good
I walk the walk
The others
They just talk
They don't know all my plans
Just watch me how I land

You know that I get wild
You know that I got style
You know that I got class
Watch me run it back



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Riley Alfonso, Nicolas Devitt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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