Here I Go
Here I go here I go here I go again
Makin' enemies trynna make a friend
Never late for trends I'm in tune with them
Never know when I'm close to the end
Outside with a lil' dime piece
All black on the wip two seats
Too clean and my wrist ain't cheap
Maybe got friends but your money game weak
Tight circle ain't no other way
I been round the block couple times I ain't fake
Never a had a strike two cause I learn from mistakes
Man to a god thats a feelin' I can taste
Chillin' in my car no strap on the waste
Rollin' up pourin' up straight to the face
Takin' my time but I still win the race
Right foot down on the gas no brakes
All black on the outside of my wip
Can't let 'em go and find out 'bout my shit
No time for talkin' we gotta go yeah we finna dip
Now I'm losin' control can't live like this
Too late to quit don't hate the kid
I'm stackin' chips look at my fit
I'm goin' in we gettin' lit yeah yeah
Real talk I ain't fuckin' with the fake shit
Want to see you for you no face lift
I'ma stack my blues in the bank yeah
Workin' on my songs trynna make it
Never thought I would get big
Never thought I could make money off this
Now I'm on top I'm your number one pick
I ain't got one got seventeen hits
Real talk I ain't fuckin' with the fake shit
Want to see you for you no face lift
I'ma stack my blues in the bank yeah
Workin' on my songs trynna make it
Never thought I would get big
Never thought I could make money off this
Now I'm on top I'm your number one pick
I ain't got one got seventeen hits
You ain't got nothin'
I can tell you bluffin'
Say you got money but you fake can't touch this
Call his ass out yeah
I been on my fuck shit
Always up to somethin'
Faded at the function
Wait till I'm gone before you go and start talkin'
I don't want to listen I know you kind of toxic
Trynna get my fix in 'bouta go cop it
I would say no but I don't got a option
Here I go here I go here I go again
Makin' enemies trynna make a friend
Never late for trends I'm in tune with them
Never know when I'm close to the end
Outside with a lil' dime piece
All black on the wip two seats
Too clean and my wrist ain't cheap
Maybe got friends but your money game weak
Makin' enemies trynna make a friend
Never late for trends I'm in tune with them
Never know when I'm close to the end
Outside with a lil' dime piece
All black on the wip two seats
Too clean and my wrist ain't cheap
Maybe got friends but your money game weak
Tight circle ain't no other way
I been round the block couple times I ain't fake
Never a had a strike two cause I learn from mistakes
Man to a god thats a feelin' I can taste
Chillin' in my car no strap on the waste
Rollin' up pourin' up straight to the face
Takin' my time but I still win the race
Right foot down on the gas no brakes
All black on the outside of my wip
Can't let 'em go and find out 'bout my shit
No time for talkin' we gotta go yeah we finna dip
Now I'm losin' control can't live like this
Too late to quit don't hate the kid
I'm stackin' chips look at my fit
I'm goin' in we gettin' lit yeah yeah
Real talk I ain't fuckin' with the fake shit
Want to see you for you no face lift
I'ma stack my blues in the bank yeah
Workin' on my songs trynna make it
Never thought I would get big
Never thought I could make money off this
Now I'm on top I'm your number one pick
I ain't got one got seventeen hits
Real talk I ain't fuckin' with the fake shit
Want to see you for you no face lift
I'ma stack my blues in the bank yeah
Workin' on my songs trynna make it
Never thought I would get big
Never thought I could make money off this
Now I'm on top I'm your number one pick
I ain't got one got seventeen hits
You ain't got nothin'
I can tell you bluffin'
Say you got money but you fake can't touch this
Call his ass out yeah
I been on my fuck shit
Always up to somethin'
Faded at the function
Wait till I'm gone before you go and start talkin'
I don't want to listen I know you kind of toxic
Trynna get my fix in 'bouta go cop it
I would say no but I don't got a option
Here I go here I go here I go again
Makin' enemies trynna make a friend
Never late for trends I'm in tune with them
Never know when I'm close to the end
Outside with a lil' dime piece
All black on the wip two seats
Too clean and my wrist ain't cheap
Maybe got friends but your money game weak
Credits
Writer(s): Parker Schaich
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