Summer23
Still the same one
Far from number two
I done flamed up
Niggas fabricated
I can't let 'em fuck the game up
Hard to make friends
They ain't come up
How I came up
Started from the bottom
Now we here
I don't blame luck
Hard grind
Put in overtime
Game changers
I don't really feel shit no more
I think I'm painless
Really rather be behind the scenes
And be nameless
But it's so much on my mind
So many pictures to painted
Gemini like Waka
Oh let's do it
He had opportunities
With that bag and he blew it
Swear I'd rather stack it up
No need to run through it
I came off the bench
And showed them niggas how to do it
We tryna get paid
Release this pressure on her
She get slayed
And we ain't tripping bout the smoke lil homie
We just blaze
Self made
Thankful for the man mommy raised
We was tryna grind it out
That shit was like a maze
Ten toes
Couple golden ones
And we chose
Birds eye view
But only the lord knows
Hope they know we coming and we stepping
Let's get to that paper
Get that money
Don't neglect it
Still the same one
Far from number two
I done flamed up
Niggas fabricated
I can't let 'em fuck the game up
Hard to make friends
They ain't come up
How I came up
Started from the bottom
Now we here
I don't blame luck
Hard grind
Put in overtime
Game changers
I don't really feel shit no more
I think I'm painless
Really rather be behind the scenes
And be nameless
But it's so much on my mind
So many pictures to painted
Far from number two
I done flamed up
Niggas fabricated
I can't let 'em fuck the game up
Hard to make friends
They ain't come up
How I came up
Started from the bottom
Now we here
I don't blame luck
Hard grind
Put in overtime
Game changers
I don't really feel shit no more
I think I'm painless
Really rather be behind the scenes
And be nameless
But it's so much on my mind
So many pictures to painted
Gemini like Waka
Oh let's do it
He had opportunities
With that bag and he blew it
Swear I'd rather stack it up
No need to run through it
I came off the bench
And showed them niggas how to do it
We tryna get paid
Release this pressure on her
She get slayed
And we ain't tripping bout the smoke lil homie
We just blaze
Self made
Thankful for the man mommy raised
We was tryna grind it out
That shit was like a maze
Ten toes
Couple golden ones
And we chose
Birds eye view
But only the lord knows
Hope they know we coming and we stepping
Let's get to that paper
Get that money
Don't neglect it
Still the same one
Far from number two
I done flamed up
Niggas fabricated
I can't let 'em fuck the game up
Hard to make friends
They ain't come up
How I came up
Started from the bottom
Now we here
I don't blame luck
Hard grind
Put in overtime
Game changers
I don't really feel shit no more
I think I'm painless
Really rather be behind the scenes
And be nameless
But it's so much on my mind
So many pictures to painted
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Guyton
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