Optimal
Nigga I've been chilling straight chilling like a villain
You don't even know me, yea you don't see the vision
I was struggling yet you still didn't listen
I was going fast Yea right on my mission
I was going far I was going hard
Wear my pain on my back like a battle scar
Like a train on the tracks unstoppable
I don't make wrong moves I'm optimal
Yea I got my gang and they with me
Yea I got my squad and they litty
If you fuck with us you get lit b
We gone see all red no Trippie
We gone make a couple bands like 50
No cent cuz we all getting money
No sense how you still living bummy
No offense I still find it funny
Yea it's funny how you talked all that shit
When you shoot you be building with them bricks
I wear blue but a nigga not a crip
On my shoes I'm a nigga with that fit
Yea living life like a mobster
No more tuna Yea I'm only eating lobster
Smoking pot nigga no Betty Crocker
You eating noodles but I'm cooking up pasta
No chopper but you an op bruh
Got yo baby she gimme topper
I got patience must be a doctor
I'm waiting you finna lock up
Lock you down
Don't sneak up I'm gonna turn around
Don't speak up yea don't make a sound
Hit you with the fist you down on the ground
Treat you like a dog yea back to the pound
Back to the basics
Niggas be blind to my style they need a Lasik
My bars be hitting hard you would think that I had laced it
Owe my skills to God I be getting all his grace yea
You don't even know me, yea you don't see the vision
I was struggling yet you still didn't listen
I was going fast Yea right on my mission
I was going far I was going hard
Wear my pain on my back like a battle scar
Like a train on the tracks unstoppable
I don't make wrong moves I'm optimal
Yea I got my gang and they with me
Yea I got my squad and they litty
If you fuck with us you get lit b
We gone see all red no Trippie
We gone make a couple bands like 50
No cent cuz we all getting money
No sense how you still living bummy
No offense I still find it funny
Yea it's funny how you talked all that shit
When you shoot you be building with them bricks
I wear blue but a nigga not a crip
On my shoes I'm a nigga with that fit
Yea living life like a mobster
No more tuna Yea I'm only eating lobster
Smoking pot nigga no Betty Crocker
You eating noodles but I'm cooking up pasta
No chopper but you an op bruh
Got yo baby she gimme topper
I got patience must be a doctor
I'm waiting you finna lock up
Lock you down
Don't sneak up I'm gonna turn around
Don't speak up yea don't make a sound
Hit you with the fist you down on the ground
Treat you like a dog yea back to the pound
Back to the basics
Niggas be blind to my style they need a Lasik
My bars be hitting hard you would think that I had laced it
Owe my skills to God I be getting all his grace yea
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Writer(s): Chinonso Emenogu
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