The Start
It is what it is
No pressure
I aint tripping at all
Evidently it was love that I needed from start
Had a few bitter moments, I was real from the start
Big brother in the pin, I aint doing my part
Thats what they say
But its all fair in love and war
Nigga mayday
I see they do it for the gram
What's the pay rate
If it aint this its that
And if it don't sizzle its flat!
These bitches fake and my head get to spinning
All this talk about who solid
I don't feel em
All it take is one call Brodie get em
Bitch I need my racks to the ceiling
Do you feel me?
I mean really do you hear me?
Ive been humble to long
Nigga clearly
They tried me once but not twice
I wouldn't dare em
Whip the Nissan watch me turn it to Mclaren
Aint no hand out 10 toes no walker
Oh they want me to sign?
Gotta tell me what's the offer
Dance to the drum beat it like barker
Still hitting my line she a stalker
And they aint really living like that
They aint really live the shit they say up in they raps
Lil mama toot it up
And I aint even brag
Bitches always choosing up and I aint even mad
Got a whole lot of eyes on me go crazy
I still be in the hood I aint made it
I still get to it I aint lazy
They say she ready
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram Go slide
Aint playing they go no times
Popped out and they aint no why
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram go slide
Keep trying they go no times
Popped out and they aint know why
Nigga dealing wit emotions only bitches feel
Got a whole lot to say but Im like be foreal
Where yo squad at? where yo mind at?
Never mind that . get it right back
Pop yo shit twin you aint gotta wait for it
They love my smile so you know that I aint pay for it
All I do is send a text "how yo day going"
And she got leave
From where she at
These bitches stay hoeing
Keep it simple cargo pants wit a Tee
A lot of look alikes but nan one can be me
A sweet talker so they thinking this shit sweet
They popping shit just like they should
But we gon see.
Got a whole lot of eyes on me go crazy
I still be in the hood I aint made it
I still get to it I aint lazy
They think I'm ready
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram Go slide
Aint playing they go no times
Popped out and they aint no why
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram go slide
Keep trying they go no times
Popped out and they aint know why
No pressure
I aint tripping at all
Evidently it was love that I needed from start
Had a few bitter moments, I was real from the start
Big brother in the pin, I aint doing my part
Thats what they say
But its all fair in love and war
Nigga mayday
I see they do it for the gram
What's the pay rate
If it aint this its that
And if it don't sizzle its flat!
These bitches fake and my head get to spinning
All this talk about who solid
I don't feel em
All it take is one call Brodie get em
Bitch I need my racks to the ceiling
Do you feel me?
I mean really do you hear me?
Ive been humble to long
Nigga clearly
They tried me once but not twice
I wouldn't dare em
Whip the Nissan watch me turn it to Mclaren
Aint no hand out 10 toes no walker
Oh they want me to sign?
Gotta tell me what's the offer
Dance to the drum beat it like barker
Still hitting my line she a stalker
And they aint really living like that
They aint really live the shit they say up in they raps
Lil mama toot it up
And I aint even brag
Bitches always choosing up and I aint even mad
Got a whole lot of eyes on me go crazy
I still be in the hood I aint made it
I still get to it I aint lazy
They say she ready
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram Go slide
Aint playing they go no times
Popped out and they aint no why
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram go slide
Keep trying they go no times
Popped out and they aint know why
Nigga dealing wit emotions only bitches feel
Got a whole lot to say but Im like be foreal
Where yo squad at? where yo mind at?
Never mind that . get it right back
Pop yo shit twin you aint gotta wait for it
They love my smile so you know that I aint pay for it
All I do is send a text "how yo day going"
And she got leave
From where she at
These bitches stay hoeing
Keep it simple cargo pants wit a Tee
A lot of look alikes but nan one can be me
A sweet talker so they thinking this shit sweet
They popping shit just like they should
But we gon see.
Got a whole lot of eyes on me go crazy
I still be in the hood I aint made it
I still get to it I aint lazy
They think I'm ready
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram Go slide
Aint playing they go no times
Popped out and they aint no why
Hop up in the whip Ghost ride
Get off instagram go slide
Keep trying they go no times
Popped out and they aint know why
Credits
Writer(s): Aja Kellum
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