Exodus
Just gotta get my foot in
Just gotta stay solid
you know
mmh
It took a couple years to get like this
It take a lot of money just to get my kicks
I feel the time flying, so I check my wrist
I think I'm ready for my exodus (yea)
I make hits
I make hits (make hits)
Nowadays I'm done playing with sticks
I make hits
I make hits (make hits)
So at the party they 'gon play my shit
Hang a banner (hang a banner)
Another banner (another banner)
Give a speech to a crowd about my standards
Make big hits like a cartoon hammer
And when I get sick of this shit?
I change the channel
It's a little known fact (little known fact)
I spent two years with a knife in my back
Little known fact
But it's no cap
I was the one that the whole city put on smack
Brodie writing rumors, know I gotta get him back (got 'em)
Any move, a house of cards would fall into a stack
I was almost ruined
Like a record and a scratch
But I really pulled thru
Like that rabbit and that hat
It took a couple years to get like this
It take a lot of money just to get my kicks
I feel the time flying, so I check my wrist
I think I'm ready for my exodus (yea)
I make hits
I make hits
Nowadays I'm done playing with sticks
I make hits
I make hits
So at the party they 'gon play my shit
An opp walked in
He started talking (started talking)
I gotta bop him
Didn't really even leave an option
Gotta keep the heat
I believe I am an oven (I'm an oven)
Rumors of my private life
I'm hearing from the public
That shit is disgusting
All these people bugging (buggin')
Scarred from the past
I just think I need some loving (need it)
I grew up rich and white
But I still be out there hustlin'
Uh huh
I risk it for the biscuit on a mission (risk it)
Yea, you got a man
If you ditch him, you won't miss him
She said she's too famous
We still ended up kissing (hey)
Moments after that?
Nobody was trippin' (nobody)
Like, when will you learn?
When it's your turn
When you've been working
For something that you've earned
You cannot hold back
Just put yourself on track
It's special and it's bopping
Man, lets put this shit on wax!
It took a couple years to get like this
It take a lot of money just to get my kicks
I feel the time flying, so I check my wrist
I think I'm ready for my exodus
And I'm gone
And I'm out
And I'm cool
Just gotta stay solid
you know
mmh
It took a couple years to get like this
It take a lot of money just to get my kicks
I feel the time flying, so I check my wrist
I think I'm ready for my exodus (yea)
I make hits
I make hits (make hits)
Nowadays I'm done playing with sticks
I make hits
I make hits (make hits)
So at the party they 'gon play my shit
Hang a banner (hang a banner)
Another banner (another banner)
Give a speech to a crowd about my standards
Make big hits like a cartoon hammer
And when I get sick of this shit?
I change the channel
It's a little known fact (little known fact)
I spent two years with a knife in my back
Little known fact
But it's no cap
I was the one that the whole city put on smack
Brodie writing rumors, know I gotta get him back (got 'em)
Any move, a house of cards would fall into a stack
I was almost ruined
Like a record and a scratch
But I really pulled thru
Like that rabbit and that hat
It took a couple years to get like this
It take a lot of money just to get my kicks
I feel the time flying, so I check my wrist
I think I'm ready for my exodus (yea)
I make hits
I make hits
Nowadays I'm done playing with sticks
I make hits
I make hits
So at the party they 'gon play my shit
An opp walked in
He started talking (started talking)
I gotta bop him
Didn't really even leave an option
Gotta keep the heat
I believe I am an oven (I'm an oven)
Rumors of my private life
I'm hearing from the public
That shit is disgusting
All these people bugging (buggin')
Scarred from the past
I just think I need some loving (need it)
I grew up rich and white
But I still be out there hustlin'
Uh huh
I risk it for the biscuit on a mission (risk it)
Yea, you got a man
If you ditch him, you won't miss him
She said she's too famous
We still ended up kissing (hey)
Moments after that?
Nobody was trippin' (nobody)
Like, when will you learn?
When it's your turn
When you've been working
For something that you've earned
You cannot hold back
Just put yourself on track
It's special and it's bopping
Man, lets put this shit on wax!
It took a couple years to get like this
It take a lot of money just to get my kicks
I feel the time flying, so I check my wrist
I think I'm ready for my exodus
And I'm gone
And I'm out
And I'm cool
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Writer(s): Spencer Settlemier
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