Plato

She said "You my inspiration"
Carlos Alcaraz, got stars all on my tennis bracelet
Pack the whole 3.5 up inna wood, I'm gonna face it
My girl don't think 'bout switchin' up, but yours here contemplatin'

Promise you could keep her, lil bro I don't need her
Way you bitin' swag might chip a tooth, I bet your teeth hurt
What you just paid for that chain, I spent that on a T-shirt
Talkin' like you in the game, I seen you in the bleachers

I get paid to think and talk my mind, I feel like Plato
Feel like Che, these girls do what I say cause I got sayso
You ain't puttin' in no work, get knocked up off the payroll
New car push to start, but it rip road up like its Play-doh

We don't need no wristband, Bitch we on the list
While you stressin' bout that 9 to 5, put 9.5 on my wrist
Y'all could keep on rockin' that, y'all ain't neva rockin' this
I could school y'all ass, but I'd be too fast, huh, y'all dismissed

Promise y'all wont be missed, we could really skip y'all turn
I might let the fire light the way, just let these bridges burn
I might come and steal the game like Jordan, make these bitches learn
And yo crush was playin with my curls last Friday, huh, Big Worm

Closed eyes, can't sleep, my mind racing
Just then, something, inside awakened
No fright, no fear, my mind vacant
One shot, one dream, all this for the takin'

She said "You my inspiration"
Carlos Alcaraz, got stars all on my tennis bracelet
Pack the whole 3.5 up inna wood, I'm gonna face it
My girl don't think 'bout switchin' up, but yours here contemplatin'

Promise you could keep her, lil bro I don't need her
Way you bitin' swag might chip a tooth, I bet your teeth hurt
What you just paid for that chain, I spent that on a T-shirt
Talkin' like you in the game, I seen you in the bleachers
Like why you got that jersey on? I seen you in the bleachers gang
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Writer(s): Ricardo Zapata
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