Switching Tags

Pre's Only Child, I've been a fool, literally
You can tell by how I'm movin' I'm really tryna get it bag
You be skippin' class But me, you can catch me in the lab
I'm tryna blow up Like Walter White did on Breakin' Bad

Money on my mind, it's in my eyes Like I'm Mr. Krabs
Niggas barely makin' be havin' talent
Bro, this shit be sad Thought I'd just could hoop
Realize I got the gift of gab
Designer on me
I remember when I used to switch the tags
I'ma make it, feel it in my core like I've been doin' abs

Heard the rap game was up for grabs still got some hits to record
They sittin' in my drafts
Always movin' forward I ain't worried bout the past
Need some cheese off a rap
I've been workin' on my craft
I be killin' beats with bars you never heard of
Call Annalise
Boy, I really get away with murder
Back on track
But I had to jump a couple hurdles
Eyes red, countin' blues
But the shit, I'm smokin' purple

Sad to say
They don't really make it where I'm from
Sad to say
Barely food on the tray when I was young
On point
That's how you gotta be or you get stung
By the way
I got real exotic weed in my lungs
Started bein' selfish
That's my new habit
Earning stripes Chasin' checks
My account got a new balance
You gotta fight for your dreams
They ain't finna let you have it
Better watch who you with
Turn your back, they'll stab it (For real)
You can tell by how I'm movin' I'm really tryna get it bag
You be skippin' class Me, you can catch me in the lab

I'm tryna blow up Like Walter White did on Breaking Bad
Money on my mind, it's in my eyes Like I'm Mr. Krabs
Niggas barely make it, be havin' talent Bro, this shit be sad
Thought I'd just could hoop, realized I got the gift of gab

Designer on me, I remember when I used to switch the tags
I'ma make it, feel it in my core Like I've been doin' abs
Yeah, I used to switch the tags I know I ain't the only one, though

Pre's Only Child
Literally



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Writer(s): Job Alexander
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