My Shot
(Ain't ever gonna stop)
Woah, woah (aye)
Ain't ever gonna stop me
Give it all for this passion ain't nobody gonna drop me
Try to take me down you gon' pop, pop, pop
Dreams
Better step back fucker I'm on plot (see)
Try to hold me back against my shot
No, you did, no you did, no you didn't (no you didn't)
Wanna play the game, see if I'm committed (what)
On a different lane, fuckin' I'ma beat it
Tunnel vision psycho I admit it
I'm a devil when you test me with the right way
Keep it rebel with the look of mainstream play
Wondering if I could be the best me man
Even if the curse comes to bless me?
Aah, I'm losin' my identity
Playing with fire with my motherfuckin' enemy
Focus on lock, now there ain't nobody tellin' me
I can hit the top, I don't care about the penalty
Hustlin' hard in this music I ain't gonna leave (no)
Workin' four jobs, I ain't talkin' Steve
But I took a bite from the Apple if were already on the topic
Can't stop a know-it-all now my thoughts are fully toxic
No stopping me (no stopping me)
Give it all for this passion
Ain't nobody gon' drop me (gon' drop, gon' drop)
Try to take me down you gon' pop, pop, pop
Dreams
Better step back fucker I'm on plot
Try to hold me back against my shot
My shot, my opportunity can't stop
I'm just fuckin' living like canned pop
These are dirty dishes they can't wash
But laugh on "milli for a cash song" on drop (drop)
Walking up on my block, my spot (my block)
Shawty yes, she's my thot, it's all hot
Smokin' on that weed we gon' hot box
Bouncin' on that green we gon' top, top
Listen you do not box
Motherfucker you gon stay squat
Creepin' on the gas then we blast off
Check it I'ma dance then we back on (back on)
Do it for the fans with the mask off
Trippin' 'cause I'm livin' for a mansion
A grandson and my grandma
Check if this the ransom
Love to get my bands up
Another lucky, this the anthem
You try to cut me you done bad son
Get me with the-, get me with the cameras
Move
(Ay, whoa)
(Ain't gon' stop)
(Ain't gon' stop)
(No, you ain't gon' stop me)
No, you ain't gon' stop me
Give it all for this passion ain't nobody gonna drop me
Try to take me down, you gon' pop, pop, pop
Dreams
Better step back fucker I'm on plot (fucker I'm on plot)
Try to hold me back against my shot (shot, shot)
Woah, woah (aye)
Ain't ever gonna stop me
Give it all for this passion ain't nobody gonna drop me
Try to take me down you gon' pop, pop, pop
Dreams
Better step back fucker I'm on plot (see)
Try to hold me back against my shot
No, you did, no you did, no you didn't (no you didn't)
Wanna play the game, see if I'm committed (what)
On a different lane, fuckin' I'ma beat it
Tunnel vision psycho I admit it
I'm a devil when you test me with the right way
Keep it rebel with the look of mainstream play
Wondering if I could be the best me man
Even if the curse comes to bless me?
Aah, I'm losin' my identity
Playing with fire with my motherfuckin' enemy
Focus on lock, now there ain't nobody tellin' me
I can hit the top, I don't care about the penalty
Hustlin' hard in this music I ain't gonna leave (no)
Workin' four jobs, I ain't talkin' Steve
But I took a bite from the Apple if were already on the topic
Can't stop a know-it-all now my thoughts are fully toxic
No stopping me (no stopping me)
Give it all for this passion
Ain't nobody gon' drop me (gon' drop, gon' drop)
Try to take me down you gon' pop, pop, pop
Dreams
Better step back fucker I'm on plot
Try to hold me back against my shot
My shot, my opportunity can't stop
I'm just fuckin' living like canned pop
These are dirty dishes they can't wash
But laugh on "milli for a cash song" on drop (drop)
Walking up on my block, my spot (my block)
Shawty yes, she's my thot, it's all hot
Smokin' on that weed we gon' hot box
Bouncin' on that green we gon' top, top
Listen you do not box
Motherfucker you gon stay squat
Creepin' on the gas then we blast off
Check it I'ma dance then we back on (back on)
Do it for the fans with the mask off
Trippin' 'cause I'm livin' for a mansion
A grandson and my grandma
Check if this the ransom
Love to get my bands up
Another lucky, this the anthem
You try to cut me you done bad son
Get me with the-, get me with the cameras
Move
(Ay, whoa)
(Ain't gon' stop)
(Ain't gon' stop)
(No, you ain't gon' stop me)
No, you ain't gon' stop me
Give it all for this passion ain't nobody gonna drop me
Try to take me down, you gon' pop, pop, pop
Dreams
Better step back fucker I'm on plot (fucker I'm on plot)
Try to hold me back against my shot (shot, shot)
Credits
Writer(s): Aranen Jakob-frutkoff, Yehuda Kulek
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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