Studio

You dropping a bag
But you won't make that back
I'm popping a tag
And my shit be coming right back
Losing money type of lacking
Stack up the paper, the plastic
All my digits they be dancing
Doing things you couldn't imagine
Some people invest in a brick, take a risk
Me, I be studio trappin'
They seeing me win and they hop on my dick
I thought you was hating what happened?
You switch and you cappin' cappin'
Smiling and laughing, dappin'
Soon I'ma fly to the 'Basses
Leave you in dust, in my ashes

Not getting tricked by no mirage
Checking and doubling it's certi
Travel the world collecting bills
Flex on my ex and it's hurting
Made me feel like I wasn't worthy
I was toxic I probably deserved it
All of them hours is paying off
Up in the studio working
Feel my words
Truth when I spit
Right of the top
Ain't writ' shit
Guarding my peace
Can't fuck with my bliss
How you make hits?
Just do it like this
Folding the beat like I'm practicing origami
Quick like a floored 'Gatti
Competing with nobody
You cannot compete with me, you not in my league
I'm tryna put the game in a chokehold, just like the elite
For now, run up them bands
Run up the, run up the bands
Run up the bands
Run up the, run up the bands
Want my time, better ask right
In my presence better act right
She pull off them panties they baptized
It's ironic we drowning in bad lies
In bad lies

You dropping a bag
But you won't make that back
I'm popping a tag
And my shit be coming right back
Losing money type of lacking
Stack up the paper, the plastic
All my digits they be dancing
Doing things you couldn't imagine
Some people invest in a brick, take a risk
Me, I be studio trappin'
They seeing me win and they hop on my dick
I thought you was hating what happened?
You switch and you cappin' cappin'
Smiling and laughing, dappin'
Soon I'ma fly to the 'Basses
Leave you in dust, in my ashes



Credits
Writer(s): Nova Rx
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