SUDDENLY (intro)
Yeah, incoming missiles everybody hit the deck now
Yeah, all of sudden
See the gold of aladin
Waiting for me in the future
With the work that I'm having
To put in
How many years
Till I'm chilling and eating some pudding
Let's make it two, aim for the moon
But the stars I'm shooting
Suddenly, I feel like the goat
And not the type too slaughter
And get cut by the throat
Pardon me, I kill, what I wrote
By spitting, bars is flame
All this smoke till you woke
Now I realise there's a rope
To hope, now reach for it
You get burned, not a joke
Avoiding being broke
Like a relegation, spend like PSG
How I wanna stay at top
So it get Messy when I shop
Don't believe I gotta a shot
They hacking me at the spot
They telling me that its not
I'm telling them that is hot
I'm tryna show them the plot
I boil a scheme in a pot
For all the life that I got
I could show you how to not
Require a blood clot
Spitfire or nine choppers
You lying bout flying off
These bars were mine
oh I finish them nine o
And Vardy your side pole
Yeah, all of sudden
See the gold of aladin
Waiting for me in the future
With the work that I'm having
To put in
How many years
Till I'm chilling and eating some pudding
Let's make it two, aim for the moon
But the stars I'm shooting
Yeah, all of sudden
See the gold of aladin
Waiting for me in the future
With the work that I'm having
To put in
How many years
Till I'm chilling and eating some pudding
Let's make it two, aim for the moon
But the stars I'm shooting
Suddenly, I feel like the goat
And not the type too slaughter
And get cut by the throat
Pardon me, I kill, what I wrote
By spitting, bars is flame
All this smoke till you woke
Now I realise there's a rope
To hope, now reach for it
You get burned, not a joke
Avoiding being broke
Like a relegation, spend like PSG
How I wanna stay at top
So it get Messy when I shop
Don't believe I gotta a shot
They hacking me at the spot
They telling me that its not
I'm telling them that is hot
I'm tryna show them the plot
I boil a scheme in a pot
For all the life that I got
I could show you how to not
Require a blood clot
Spitfire or nine choppers
You lying bout flying off
These bars were mine
oh I finish them nine o
And Vardy your side pole
Yeah, all of sudden
See the gold of aladin
Waiting for me in the future
With the work that I'm having
To put in
How many years
Till I'm chilling and eating some pudding
Let's make it two, aim for the moon
But the stars I'm shooting
Credits
Writer(s): Natanael Andreas
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