Joggin'

Joggin in my notes, man I'm tryna see what they really on
I heard they talking about the kid, but they really sweet like a Cinnabon
Looking at me cause I been a don seeing fake love call them silicon
Pumping up this chest baby A girl love to feel upon

She told baby say please, I told that girl she can leave
They tryna get in my picture like we posting up with SayCheese
Might fly down to Ibiza
Might jet down to the seas
I'm sliding on these tracks what they say whenever you sneeze

Sticking up to the script, now we follow up routines
I'm sonning all these dudes like 6 from Philippines
I used to mess with some folks, back then in my late teens
I hope they doing better now, gotta get it by any means

Never speak on they bihness or talk on what it seems
I'm catching up these pockets like I'm wearing different brand jeans
We tryna raise big bosses and tryna raise up queens
They see me going sicko mode now they blame it on the vaccines

I could feel it all in my blood stay styling came from the genes
Them streams look real funny boy you hot cause of the machines
They flauging on the gram and It's not what it seems
When they see me up in the booth they screaming like Mike Breen (bang)

Let's take a moment to see how far we came
They left when I was down, gotta make 'em feel ashamed
My time coming we ain't never playing no games
I'm tryna get on stay popping till the world know my name
Steez

Push hard could never go quit
Bust them down like 1st draft pick
Gotta peep all the dudes that be hating, cause they not your clique
14 used to text on Kik used to get mad when took my chick
Nowadays I'm taking flicks, looking at the people hating on my pic

Keep it going gotta take it to the top
Switched up, we never gon' swap
Push through, could never go stop
Man I'm tired of the days that we window shopped
Got a plan
Got a plot
Quit playing, gotta go ball out

For the fam
For the flock
Keep going gotta go all out

Got a plan
Got a plot
The days we window shopped
Go ball out
Keep it goin gotta take it to the top

Can't waste my time gotta go be great
They milk down time with the Frosted Flakes
Speed it up in and out breaks my pen so sharp like I'm on First Take
Promote gotta make it shake
Well done how I like my steak
I said love you I take it back that's my mistake

(My bad)



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Writer(s): Giovani Hosty
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