Price

Connor Clement mobs overseas and joins
Forces with RappingDrew on PRICE

They don't like us
Running the price up
Making the money today, they filming on me, I'm mic'd up
I'm stacking a rack, these niggas is sad, they gon' go fight us
I'm feeling a little out of my place, gon' light up
They putting these names on me, still finding my path
You putting that flame to me, I'm warming my hands
You take them cop-outs
I don't do fake shit
You want to climb with me
Might take some patience

I been in my trenches
I'm grinding it far
A beautiful convo with the Queen of Hearts
I'm watching my destiny align with the stars
Caroline - France, she doing her part
I need an immaculate peach
Pioneer square with the keys
Never brought sand to the beach
Always there, waiting on me
I needed money to step my game up
Only way to keep that flame up
Get a lot more love from strangers
Imma euro step to Cambridge
Never been the type who stays down
When I get on the mic, I freestyle
She on the bus, can't lease now
In the village baby, I can breathe now
Like oh my lady
Taken back I'm crazy
Aye, I'm driven through the city late night
Feeling like I'm famous
It's a million miles and a boba tea to keep my eyes on straight
And I think the way she wanna live
Is gonna take a little more savings
They don't like us
Coming in high huh
Baby don't come here if you wanna hate
Imma lay some down, so lighten up
It's maxed out, no takes back
MAK MADE THAT, It's fye huh
I stack these hunnits, I plot on wealth
I fight that fight, that's life huh?

They don't like us
Running the price up
Making the money today, they filming on me, I'm mic'd up
I'm stacking a rack, these niggas is sad, they gon' go fight us
I'm feeling a little out of my place, gon' light up
They putting these names on me, still finding my path
You putting that flame to me, I'm warming my hands
You take them cop-outs
I don't do fake shit
You want to climb with me
Might take some patience

Every time I drop a verse they be like what the hell
Every time you drop that verse they be like what's that smell
I dun told you its a marathon man can't you tell
Tell the lord all your plans and see him L.O.L
When it comes to the crop Im the cream Nah Mean
Not tryna be seen by the scene nah mean
Carve my own lane with my team nah mean
You aint never seen the shit that I've seen nah mean
Counting all my blessings, damn I can not help it
The way I preach it in this verse they say that I'm the Reverend
Don't get me out my mojo, if Mace says go then it's go
The only Boris that I acknowledge is Nicole's Kojo
Tribulations and trials, yeah I fight for survival
Bitch niggaz will praise you whilst being in heavy denial
Walk In my shoes you won't last a mile
Ate this beat up running it up like Kyle
Gold on my neck call me Simone Biles
Enemies round my way and the lord on speed dial
They take them cop-outs
I don't do fake shits
You wanna climb with us
It take some patience
Got no time for complacence

They don't like us
Running the price up
Making the money today, they filming on me, I'm mic'd up
I'm stacking a rack, these niggas is sad, they gon' go fight us
I'm feeling a little out of my place, gon' light up
They putting these names on me, still finding my path
You putting that flame to me, I'm warming my hands
You take them cop-outs
I don't do fake shit
You want to climb with me
Might take some patience



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Amofa, Connor Bradley Anderson, Eddie Leipold
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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