8-Ball
I need to chase what I lost on my fate
I need to face what I fear when I play
Locked in the eyes when they're hearing my name
I do the things that I love and I claim
Can't forget where I came from you know what's up put the game on
You get what you get I got it I called it my State farm
I hit her hard like the 8 - ball
Hide in the back throwin' baseballs
I keep her close 'till the dress falls
Back in my place and I bait all
Ay I just look up my brain loads up
Gettin' packed like casanova
Rose down gettin' back up like back then gettin' closer
Back then making silly bag not feeling that so I rise up
Rise up not wanting bag get the pretty bag no kitty cat
Rise up like one of the big ones got that rich slap
Bitch bag and the bitches that
Live a life in the basement from then on I rose
From then on I rose
Placin' my bets I keep breaking my nose
Racks on racks I plan I commit and I ship it
I do it different yeah I am a Misfit
I set a goal no way that miss it
I hit deep end from then on I twist it
I just keep doing I can't resist it
I need to chase what I lost on my fate
I need to face what I fear when I play
Locked in the eyes when they're hearing my name
I do the things that I love and I claim
Can't forget where I came from you know what's up put the game on
You get what you get I got it I called it my State farm
I hit her hard like the 8 - ball
I need to face what I fear when I play
Locked in the eyes when they're hearing my name
I do the things that I love and I claim
Can't forget where I came from you know what's up put the game on
You get what you get I got it I called it my State farm
I hit her hard like the 8 - ball
Hide in the back throwin' baseballs
I keep her close 'till the dress falls
Back in my place and I bait all
Ay I just look up my brain loads up
Gettin' packed like casanova
Rose down gettin' back up like back then gettin' closer
Back then making silly bag not feeling that so I rise up
Rise up not wanting bag get the pretty bag no kitty cat
Rise up like one of the big ones got that rich slap
Bitch bag and the bitches that
Live a life in the basement from then on I rose
From then on I rose
Placin' my bets I keep breaking my nose
Racks on racks I plan I commit and I ship it
I do it different yeah I am a Misfit
I set a goal no way that miss it
I hit deep end from then on I twist it
I just keep doing I can't resist it
I need to chase what I lost on my fate
I need to face what I fear when I play
Locked in the eyes when they're hearing my name
I do the things that I love and I claim
Can't forget where I came from you know what's up put the game on
You get what you get I got it I called it my State farm
I hit her hard like the 8 - ball
Credits
Writer(s): Aquila Weissenborn
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