The Credits Roll
Ay, I just gotta talk on this one, man
It's the last song
I'm boutta spark up too, y'all welcome to join me
Look
It's 8am in Charlotte
Drake just dropped a song about it
When they play it in the function
Man the function get to poppin'
And I wonder will I be that way
Will I get the fame, the acclaim, the big name, one day
I used to dream about the crowds and all the love
But lately I been doubting what I really do this for
'Cause when I hit the ceiling, am I ready for the fall
And when shit hit the fan are is gon' still be there involved
Man I must be tripping
I got the best fans in the world, y'all deserve it
You know this record spinning good, it's better with some bourbon
I know I kept the energy on high this time
Last song so just chill, enjoy it, catch a little vibe, wait
You know this music shit is the only thing on my mind
Ain't a day off, ain't a night off, all I know to do is grind
Hitting left hooks with the right hooks, beat it up til' the punchline
And the shit hit so good make you press pause, play, and rewind, listen
I been thinking 'bout the lonely cold nights
I been sick for weeks, the Carolina winter ain't kind
Overthinking 'bout intentions, will I ever get it right
Took a break from dropping music til' I saw the northern lights
Now I'm back, and you know I'm better
Put my soul in every line and every single letter
I'm working with aggression like I got a vendetta
Breaking hearts like Devstacks, I'm geeked up like I'm Redda
Goal setter, cash getter
And you know my mission come first
I'm speaking through the Lord, so really this a feature verse, pray
I do it freestyle because I don't need to rehearse
My mama raised me right so I put hundreds in her purse, yeah
Phoenix on the low, hopping out the Phantom into the Ghost
Hit up Abel, time to get our bands up
I find hope in the fire, that's my esperanza
I'm on the phone with a client, tryna sign the brand deal
I climb the rope to the sky that they hope I hang from
You in my scope, on a flyer like you propaganda
She give me throat, like Mariah singing winter anthems
You selling dope, you ain't Michael, you a joke, stand up
The credits roll, I told Anirudh to get the camera
We been bros, off the road in the desert, Sahara
I'm in that mode, like I'm Heisenberg after the cancer
I never fold, pray to God every time he gon' answer, and I know
And I know
Thank God
It's the last song
I'm boutta spark up too, y'all welcome to join me
Look
It's 8am in Charlotte
Drake just dropped a song about it
When they play it in the function
Man the function get to poppin'
And I wonder will I be that way
Will I get the fame, the acclaim, the big name, one day
I used to dream about the crowds and all the love
But lately I been doubting what I really do this for
'Cause when I hit the ceiling, am I ready for the fall
And when shit hit the fan are is gon' still be there involved
Man I must be tripping
I got the best fans in the world, y'all deserve it
You know this record spinning good, it's better with some bourbon
I know I kept the energy on high this time
Last song so just chill, enjoy it, catch a little vibe, wait
You know this music shit is the only thing on my mind
Ain't a day off, ain't a night off, all I know to do is grind
Hitting left hooks with the right hooks, beat it up til' the punchline
And the shit hit so good make you press pause, play, and rewind, listen
I been thinking 'bout the lonely cold nights
I been sick for weeks, the Carolina winter ain't kind
Overthinking 'bout intentions, will I ever get it right
Took a break from dropping music til' I saw the northern lights
Now I'm back, and you know I'm better
Put my soul in every line and every single letter
I'm working with aggression like I got a vendetta
Breaking hearts like Devstacks, I'm geeked up like I'm Redda
Goal setter, cash getter
And you know my mission come first
I'm speaking through the Lord, so really this a feature verse, pray
I do it freestyle because I don't need to rehearse
My mama raised me right so I put hundreds in her purse, yeah
Phoenix on the low, hopping out the Phantom into the Ghost
Hit up Abel, time to get our bands up
I find hope in the fire, that's my esperanza
I'm on the phone with a client, tryna sign the brand deal
I climb the rope to the sky that they hope I hang from
You in my scope, on a flyer like you propaganda
She give me throat, like Mariah singing winter anthems
You selling dope, you ain't Michael, you a joke, stand up
The credits roll, I told Anirudh to get the camera
We been bros, off the road in the desert, Sahara
I'm in that mode, like I'm Heisenberg after the cancer
I never fold, pray to God every time he gon' answer, and I know
And I know
Thank God
Credits
Writer(s): Rohan Rali
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