CantStopDaKing
Aight, I got a lot of people watching me
And it's my time, yessir, so I know they clocking me
I'm the title but you read at the top, it ain't no stopping me
I used to struggle with it but now I talk to my pops with ease
Popping threes since seven been a pure shooter
Poise and smoother
Balled but took plenty Ls sometimes I was a sore loser
Born Cupid, took a shot at love but didn't know what I was doing
After that bow, not crowd, dolo, struggle with my internal movement
But yo, in other words my mind sick
Still the tick to put a Rollie on my moms wrist
Or whatever you like mom dukes you knew I been on this shine Tip
Hey look ma, I made it, so no matter how dis go, I'm not go panic
Get it?
Ya boi still got high hopes
Making sho my branding right so I make more
Take score
You gotta keep up my nigga if you ain't know
I am not that same nigga I was when I wore the same the clothes
My big bro Jesus, please, talk to these Niggas
No lie times I be tired of tryna bring the light to they spirit
It's different, you know me, and how I can just become so livid
Broke commandments and sinned tryna do right in my life and just live it, like what?
The fuck am I doing here?
My head been locked up and twisted like fuck am I doing hair?
Hood close but ain't did much for me so fuck am I doing near?
Had enough of talking about it my boi so now I'm just doing it
But truthfully, it's all light work
It takes time for the deep incision
My sentences like knife work
It might hurt, that I stand out every time like a bright shirt
If we in uniform it's still my gym, my field, Nigga this is my turf
I still get my point across when I horse around
No unicorn
Shoes is torn, get ripped when you step to me hoe
You just been warned
I should've kept that last rhyme pattern but fuck it I
Switched the form
I'm be shooting overseas real fast
Inna foreign
With a foreign
Showing her around but it's funny cuz I'm the tourist
But it's cool cuz afterwards ya know she gave me that body tour and
Showed me what that mouth do
But enough, I'm done
Here I come
Straight to the top where I'm bout to be
And I'm meant to be dawg, Ts
I'm out
And it's my time, yessir, so I know they clocking me
I'm the title but you read at the top, it ain't no stopping me
I used to struggle with it but now I talk to my pops with ease
Popping threes since seven been a pure shooter
Poise and smoother
Balled but took plenty Ls sometimes I was a sore loser
Born Cupid, took a shot at love but didn't know what I was doing
After that bow, not crowd, dolo, struggle with my internal movement
But yo, in other words my mind sick
Still the tick to put a Rollie on my moms wrist
Or whatever you like mom dukes you knew I been on this shine Tip
Hey look ma, I made it, so no matter how dis go, I'm not go panic
Get it?
Ya boi still got high hopes
Making sho my branding right so I make more
Take score
You gotta keep up my nigga if you ain't know
I am not that same nigga I was when I wore the same the clothes
My big bro Jesus, please, talk to these Niggas
No lie times I be tired of tryna bring the light to they spirit
It's different, you know me, and how I can just become so livid
Broke commandments and sinned tryna do right in my life and just live it, like what?
The fuck am I doing here?
My head been locked up and twisted like fuck am I doing hair?
Hood close but ain't did much for me so fuck am I doing near?
Had enough of talking about it my boi so now I'm just doing it
But truthfully, it's all light work
It takes time for the deep incision
My sentences like knife work
It might hurt, that I stand out every time like a bright shirt
If we in uniform it's still my gym, my field, Nigga this is my turf
I still get my point across when I horse around
No unicorn
Shoes is torn, get ripped when you step to me hoe
You just been warned
I should've kept that last rhyme pattern but fuck it I
Switched the form
I'm be shooting overseas real fast
Inna foreign
With a foreign
Showing her around but it's funny cuz I'm the tourist
But it's cool cuz afterwards ya know she gave me that body tour and
Showed me what that mouth do
But enough, I'm done
Here I come
Straight to the top where I'm bout to be
And I'm meant to be dawg, Ts
I'm out
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Writer(s): Aj Frazier
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