Xcalibur
Heaven sent Angel, Yeah, I could do it all, Yeah
Sit down by the bleachers and watch how I ball, Yeah
Rocking all exclusives, I hate shopping at the mall, Yeah
5'7 but these New Rocks make me tall, Yeah
Uh huh, I'm scoring
Excalibur on me, lookin' like I'm Corrin
Pop an Accela, got me feelin' like I'm soarin'
You're annoying, I'ma block your message and ignore it
If you not on my team, you an enemy
16:9 too ill, there's no remedy
I call 'em Plankton 'cause they lookin for my recipe
Watch 'em get played, we gon' spin 'em like a DVD
The underground game I carry
Listen to my beats, no, you cannot compare me
Big blades on me, I'm too scary
Anti-hero hangin' with the angels and the fairies
Watch me get to the bag (To the bag)
Money on my mind, everyday I'm going up (Going up)
Know you prolly want me back (Want me back)
I don't do no promises, I promise it won't last (It won't last)
Watch me get to the racks (The racks)
I know you too well, you are faking and acting
I be making all these tracks (tracks)
I cannot deal with you, I do not want you back
Heaven sent Angel, Yeah, I could do it all, Yeah
Sit down by the bleachers and watch how I ball, Yeah
Rocking all exclusives, I hate shopping at the mall, Yeah
5'7 but these New Rocks make me tall, Yeah
Uh huh, I'm scoring
Excalibur on me, lookin' like I'm Corrin
Pop an Accela, got me feelin' like I'm soarin'
You're annoying, I'ma block your message and ignore it
Still aching, still aching
Oh baby, I need your love
Looking so different glaring street
Sit down by the bleachers and watch how I ball, Yeah
Rocking all exclusives, I hate shopping at the mall, Yeah
5'7 but these New Rocks make me tall, Yeah
Uh huh, I'm scoring
Excalibur on me, lookin' like I'm Corrin
Pop an Accela, got me feelin' like I'm soarin'
You're annoying, I'ma block your message and ignore it
If you not on my team, you an enemy
16:9 too ill, there's no remedy
I call 'em Plankton 'cause they lookin for my recipe
Watch 'em get played, we gon' spin 'em like a DVD
The underground game I carry
Listen to my beats, no, you cannot compare me
Big blades on me, I'm too scary
Anti-hero hangin' with the angels and the fairies
Watch me get to the bag (To the bag)
Money on my mind, everyday I'm going up (Going up)
Know you prolly want me back (Want me back)
I don't do no promises, I promise it won't last (It won't last)
Watch me get to the racks (The racks)
I know you too well, you are faking and acting
I be making all these tracks (tracks)
I cannot deal with you, I do not want you back
Heaven sent Angel, Yeah, I could do it all, Yeah
Sit down by the bleachers and watch how I ball, Yeah
Rocking all exclusives, I hate shopping at the mall, Yeah
5'7 but these New Rocks make me tall, Yeah
Uh huh, I'm scoring
Excalibur on me, lookin' like I'm Corrin
Pop an Accela, got me feelin' like I'm soarin'
You're annoying, I'ma block your message and ignore it
Still aching, still aching
Oh baby, I need your love
Looking so different glaring street
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Aviles, Cash Murphy
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