I'm Da One

Paper priorities
Hard to catch up to me
Running shit up
But it still ain't enough for me
Tell'em come pay for the track
Before I touch the beat
Money make motion
So I don't do nothing for free
Hop in my mode
Niggas know they can't fuck wit me
Go to sleep broke
Wake up poor call em Sunny D
Talking bout it's smoke
Tell that boy he must wanna bleed
Real when it's up wit me
Glah
Now he underneath
Ye no cap and no fiction,
Say something on a beat I done see it or did it like woah
Ain't gotta speak on them missions
Ain't telling my business
But bet you these fuck niggas know
Think before you try, this the wrong way to go
Know I Stand on that five while I throw up that four
From the three let it fly know lil shot tryna score
It's two guns what I throw
I'm da one bring the smoke

Ye get active we on it
Post up in the back of the back with it on me
Nigga wan play wit the slatt, ain't no warning
I'm diving a nigga try while I'm performing
Had stats in trap
Made it jump like Jordan
Nigga now I'm on rap shit
Cooking up choruses
Still with the gang
Locked in the warden
Blick make it rain
Hear a boom like it's storming
Nigga get wet, set up
Hit with that fye from the neck up
Yea bitch
No ain't no let up, bet up
Shot risk it all for that cheddar
Addicted to digits
Got game from realest
Pull up off the muscle ain't talking bout fitness
It's war bout my folks my respect
Or my digits lil nigga
I'm serious
You might disappear pussy nigga
Solid fashoo, ain't no breaking or bending
Harder than most,
And they hate to admit it
Get off when it's smoke
Know my glizzy get busy
Lil shot do the most
Got it lit in the city
Fuck nigga talking bout he gangster
Oh really
Old bitches think ima save em
They silly
Put all my trust in this paper and benjis
You reach, ima buss if you take it there with me

Paper priorities
Hard to catch up to me
Running shit up but it still ain't enough for me
Tell'em come pay for the track before I touch the beat
Money make motion
So I don't do nothing for free
Hop in my mode
Niggas know they can't fuck wit me
Go to sleep broke
Wake up poor, call em Sunny D
Talking bout it's smoke
Tell that boy he must wanna bleed
Real when it's up wit me
Glah
Now he underneath
Ye no cap and no fiction
Say something on a beat I done see it or did it like woah
Ain't gotta speak on them missions Ain't telling my business
But bet you these fuck niggas know
Think before you try this the wrong way to go
Know I stand on that five while I throw up that four
From the three let it fly know lil shot tryna score
It's two guns what I throw
I'm da one bring the smoke



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Writer(s): Amari Hill
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