RIP Takeoff
I be thinking how long before I take off?
I pray for Migos man, RIP to Takeoff
I be thinking how long before I take off?
I lost a brother, that's just something got to shake off
I think I'm tired of saving you niggas, I took the cape off
Just speaking on my pain in the booth, until it pay off
I go to work in the booth, and it can't lay off
The way I hit him with a crossover, I got the J off
The way they did me dirty, I hate niggas, call me Adolf
I'm balling, I'm the greatest, I'm Jordan
In the playoffs
I'm balling I'm the greatest I'm Jordan
I tried to tell them
Now when they see me
Yeah, they always want to speak to me
And all these breezies want a piece
But they cant speak to me
Cause I remember when you ain't speak
Already see what you on
Yeah I see what you on
That's why I moved on
I knew that niggas was shady ever since they broke in my home
They took my memories away, I still be wanting them gone
In college picked up the bottle
I told em pass the Patron
Had to do some self reflecting
Knew the path I was on
Was just a product of environment
I got to be strong
Look how I made it through them trenches
Every stick every stone
Look how I made it through them trenches
Every stick every stone
I pray for Migos man, RIP to Takeoff
I be thinking how long before I take off?
I lost a brother, that's just something got to shake off
I think I'm tired of saving you niggas, I took the cape off
Just speaking on my pain in the booth, until it pay off
I go to work in the booth, and it can't lay off
The way I hit him with a crossover, I got the J off
The way they did me dirty, I hate niggas, call me Adolf
I'm balling, I'm the greatest, I'm Jordan
In the playoffs
I'm balling I'm the greatest I'm Jordan
I tried to tell them
Now when they see me
Yeah, they always want to speak to me
And all these breezies want a piece
But they cant speak to me
Cause I remember when you ain't speak
Already see what you on
Yeah I see what you on
That's why I moved on
I knew that niggas was shady ever since they broke in my home
They took my memories away, I still be wanting them gone
In college picked up the bottle
I told em pass the Patron
Had to do some self reflecting
Knew the path I was on
Was just a product of environment
I got to be strong
Look how I made it through them trenches
Every stick every stone
Look how I made it through them trenches
Every stick every stone
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Writer(s): Matthew Ragland
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