Creation
We gon' make this Creation, (Haha!)
(Yeah)
(Ah, Ah)
(Get right, yeah)
(Get right, yeah, I get it)
Uh - I'm playing with these niggas man
(Look, yeah)
(Uh, Look)
How I'm feeling shit is nasty
Everyday I'm moving slower,
Hope to god that I'm not out here looking trashy
How I'm feeling best one
Shawty calling on my phone say she like me Ion even feel impressed
And how you feeling you a vibe
You ain't even on map and muthafucka you don't even be outside
How you change a generation
Little time, little money, little drugs, for a lil inspiration
How we in a situation
Lit as fuck I hear the beat I'm the creator bout to make me a creation
Why she said I need some patience
Ion ever wanna bitch that try to slow me fuck I look like being patient
I ain't never plan on waiting
Bitch I'm BabyScarface, nigga showed me that the world is for the taking
Lotta niggas busy hating
And Bitch I'm busy making money
Just gon' look in yo face and let you say shit
How you thinking you the captain
You the anchor on the boat was busy flexing now they seeing through the cappin'
How I knew this shit would happen
Take another trip Lenox, tell my Momma that we made it off of rappin'
Finna' ease up of the trappin'
Start driving speeds up in the whip that burn the wheels that shit be fucking up the traction
On the beat we get it crackin'
I split the zip up into baggies tell the homies go and flip it for fraction
Niggas looking for some action
And if send em' on a hunt they do it quick and ain't nobody know what happen
Chicken Holiday was smackin'
And I remember getting 20 for the shift man I was working in the backend
Peep my neck and wrist is flashing
Only fuckin' with exclusive Tiradór bruh I be drippin' in the fashion
Niggas ragin', Niggas thrashin'
Bitches crazy in the head the shit ain't funny but they cover it with laughter
Niggas say I'm not a rapper
Well the way I'm writing bars feel like the author of the book I'm writing chapters
I ain't trippin' you can have her
And we been fuckin' for a minute always wondered who the fuck would have it after
Riley Villa ain't a capper
And I ain't never need a hoe and bitch I promise you ain't never been a factor
(Laugh)
Fuck these niggas (Fuck!) man, Yeah (Haha)
(Nineteen!)
(Yeah)
(Ah, Ah)
(Get right, yeah)
(Get right, yeah, I get it)
Uh - I'm playing with these niggas man
(Look, yeah)
(Uh, Look)
How I'm feeling shit is nasty
Everyday I'm moving slower,
Hope to god that I'm not out here looking trashy
How I'm feeling best one
Shawty calling on my phone say she like me Ion even feel impressed
And how you feeling you a vibe
You ain't even on map and muthafucka you don't even be outside
How you change a generation
Little time, little money, little drugs, for a lil inspiration
How we in a situation
Lit as fuck I hear the beat I'm the creator bout to make me a creation
Why she said I need some patience
Ion ever wanna bitch that try to slow me fuck I look like being patient
I ain't never plan on waiting
Bitch I'm BabyScarface, nigga showed me that the world is for the taking
Lotta niggas busy hating
And Bitch I'm busy making money
Just gon' look in yo face and let you say shit
How you thinking you the captain
You the anchor on the boat was busy flexing now they seeing through the cappin'
How I knew this shit would happen
Take another trip Lenox, tell my Momma that we made it off of rappin'
Finna' ease up of the trappin'
Start driving speeds up in the whip that burn the wheels that shit be fucking up the traction
On the beat we get it crackin'
I split the zip up into baggies tell the homies go and flip it for fraction
Niggas looking for some action
And if send em' on a hunt they do it quick and ain't nobody know what happen
Chicken Holiday was smackin'
And I remember getting 20 for the shift man I was working in the backend
Peep my neck and wrist is flashing
Only fuckin' with exclusive Tiradór bruh I be drippin' in the fashion
Niggas ragin', Niggas thrashin'
Bitches crazy in the head the shit ain't funny but they cover it with laughter
Niggas say I'm not a rapper
Well the way I'm writing bars feel like the author of the book I'm writing chapters
I ain't trippin' you can have her
And we been fuckin' for a minute always wondered who the fuck would have it after
Riley Villa ain't a capper
And I ain't never need a hoe and bitch I promise you ain't never been a factor
(Laugh)
Fuck these niggas (Fuck!) man, Yeah (Haha)
(Nineteen!)
Credits
Writer(s): Chancellor Asamoah
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