Only If You Will Freestyle
I don't need to flex
But don't forget if this a show and tell
I am not impressed by you niggas
You should know me well
Invested every dollar with my brother
Like we Key and Peele
Now I got this ice around my neck
Shit will give you chills
Now I got the cash for that Corvette
Let me double that
I was really out here in the jects
You just in love with that
I don't really care if I'm the best
This is more than rap
But all them nights I never got no rest
This was born from that
I got Grateful Dead all on me
Shit is getting spooky
Why you acting like a bitch
This is not a movie
I put diamonds on my wrist
My money stretch like Luffy
Still they tryna stop the hustle
Like they Rob Lucci
I could never fail that's on my mom
The fuck you mean
She say give your heart and your soul
The shit will you make you king
But lately I been lost all in the smoke
Can you pray for me
All these blues I feel Like I'm the Colts
In designer jeans
In the field and I'm more like the coach
I'm inspiring
I can never judge and that's a oath
I move solidly
Baby I been grinding for us both
Now that girl believe
Only two years
I then ran up half a million streams
We was dropping tears
Had a gun to face the Glock with beam
So I never lack
I'm more like Floyd with this money team
Made the city show me love
That's better than apologies
But only if you will
She be asking what is God to me
But don't forget if this a show and tell
I am not impressed by you niggas
You should know me well
Invested every dollar with my brother
Like we Key and Peele
Now I got this ice around my neck
Shit will give you chills
Now I got the cash for that Corvette
Let me double that
I was really out here in the jects
You just in love with that
I don't really care if I'm the best
This is more than rap
But all them nights I never got no rest
This was born from that
I got Grateful Dead all on me
Shit is getting spooky
Why you acting like a bitch
This is not a movie
I put diamonds on my wrist
My money stretch like Luffy
Still they tryna stop the hustle
Like they Rob Lucci
I could never fail that's on my mom
The fuck you mean
She say give your heart and your soul
The shit will you make you king
But lately I been lost all in the smoke
Can you pray for me
All these blues I feel Like I'm the Colts
In designer jeans
In the field and I'm more like the coach
I'm inspiring
I can never judge and that's a oath
I move solidly
Baby I been grinding for us both
Now that girl believe
Only two years
I then ran up half a million streams
We was dropping tears
Had a gun to face the Glock with beam
So I never lack
I'm more like Floyd with this money team
Made the city show me love
That's better than apologies
But only if you will
She be asking what is God to me
Credits
Writer(s): Steffond Keyes
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