Betta Take Notes
Really gifted, really gifted, really gifted
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They tried to come for Me
Now look at me, now look at me
They tried to dictate me at a young age
Now look at me, I'm grindin' every day
Yeah, yeah, I speak my shit, I talk my shit
Cause you niggas really tried to play with me
At one time Now look at me
You got no choice but to listen To me
They say i ain't really rhymin' but nigga listen
Clearly Listen clearly, I'm gon' fuck ya mind up
Fuck ya' head up with this one on this track
Play with me? play with me? it might be your
Last day I'm really vibin' every day
Uh, yeah, your momma even wanna be with me
Said who that young kid grindin' from the top?
Hell yeah, started from the bottom Now I'm on the top
I ain't copycatting, hell naw This my style
This my style on this track
On this beat, it's really hard, it's really fire
Brother I'm doin' shows all over the dmv
They like, who that young nigga right there?
Talkin' his real shit, his real shit
I came out the womb talkin' nothin' but real
Spill Real spill for the world to hear
My emotions always bottled up in my head
They tryna dictate me at a young age
Now look at me, I'm grindin', grindin', grindin'
Gettin' paper, gettin' paper, real paper
Chaser, real hustler Really tried to come for me at a young age
Now I'm on the top, now I'm on the top
Vibin', vibin', vibin', vibin', vibin' every day
Smokin' my weed to try to ease the pain
My name is Lil Will but Im gonna give it to
You raw Give it to you raw, I'm Big Will now
Say my name, say my name, say my name, say my name
Don't play with me, it might be your last day
You think I'm playin? come for me, come for me
And you will find out the hard way
Cause you niggas really don't listen
Like I didn't listen, like I didn't listen at one time
But how could you blame me?
You can't trust nobody, can't trust a soul
These niggas really shiesty and
They will bake your cake, bake your cake
Leave your ass on the steering wheel
Your life, that's your life, brother
Your life is onna paper, paper it's a
Young paper chaser that came from nothing, brother
I take notes, you better take notes
You better take notes, you better take notes
Cause it might be your last time writing
Cause life ain't promised to nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They tried to come for Me
Now look at me, now look at me
They tried to dictate me at a young age
Now look at me, I'm grindin' every day
Yeah, yeah, I speak my shit, I talk my shit
Cause you niggas really tried to play with me
At one time Now look at me
You got no choice but to listen To me
They say i ain't really rhymin' but nigga listen
Clearly Listen clearly, I'm gon' fuck ya mind up
Fuck ya' head up with this one on this track
Play with me? play with me? it might be your
Last day I'm really vibin' every day
Uh, yeah, your momma even wanna be with me
Said who that young kid grindin' from the top?
Hell yeah, started from the bottom Now I'm on the top
I ain't copycatting, hell naw This my style
This my style on this track
On this beat, it's really hard, it's really fire
Brother I'm doin' shows all over the dmv
They like, who that young nigga right there?
Talkin' his real shit, his real shit
I came out the womb talkin' nothin' but real
Spill Real spill for the world to hear
My emotions always bottled up in my head
They tryna dictate me at a young age
Now look at me, I'm grindin', grindin', grindin'
Gettin' paper, gettin' paper, real paper
Chaser, real hustler Really tried to come for me at a young age
Now I'm on the top, now I'm on the top
Vibin', vibin', vibin', vibin', vibin' every day
Smokin' my weed to try to ease the pain
My name is Lil Will but Im gonna give it to
You raw Give it to you raw, I'm Big Will now
Say my name, say my name, say my name, say my name
Don't play with me, it might be your last day
You think I'm playin? come for me, come for me
And you will find out the hard way
Cause you niggas really don't listen
Like I didn't listen, like I didn't listen at one time
But how could you blame me?
You can't trust nobody, can't trust a soul
These niggas really shiesty and
They will bake your cake, bake your cake
Leave your ass on the steering wheel
Your life, that's your life, brother
Your life is onna paper, paper it's a
Young paper chaser that came from nothing, brother
I take notes, you better take notes
You better take notes, you better take notes
Cause it might be your last time writing
Cause life ain't promised to nobody
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Writer(s): William Earl Johnson
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