Like What
(Ayy) by my authority, watch this flex
(Ayy) got the color wheel shining on this crest
(Ayy) great Scott, they dread, I'm off the chain
(Ayy) got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
(Like what?) Top back speeding through the lanes
(Like what?) I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
(Like what?) I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
(Like what?) Play the game, level up, king me, I'm like, what?
Who's that making power moves from the black top to the boardroom
From the left coast to the right wing
On the fulcrum, balance everything (uh-huh)
Elevated views (yeah), and my point of view is exclusive one
Mile high over everything, watch me touch the sun (touch the sun)
On my victory lap (uh-huh), yet, I run the race like it's just begun
Never look back, never slow my pace, never gave a fuck, not a single one
Dollars making sense (uh-huh) every single sum (uh-huh)
Silver turned to gold, and gold turned into platinum
Did it all to the maximum (maximum), often time by my lonesome
Blood, sweat, never shed a tear, never had the time for that emotion
Going all in (all in), four quarters ball in, since the margin of error is slim to none
Kept focus on the grind 'til perfection come
Paid the cost to be the boss, it didn't matter what price
Kept my eye upon the prize, it never left from my sights
Now its vintage grapes and ticket tapes, concubines with a bottle shape
High speed in my own lane, 'cause I got land to scrape (uh)
(Ayy) by my authority, watch this flex
(Ayy) got the color wheel shining on this crest
(Ayy) great Scott, they dread, I'm off the chain
(Ayy) got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
(Like what?) Top back speeding through the lanes
(Like what?) I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
(Like what?) I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
(Like what?) Play the game, level up, king me, I'm like, what?
Who is that making chess moves, calculated thought that's how the vets do (uh-huh)
Got business ties, got street fame, got dollar signs attached to my name
Who is that? Mr. Groove, who is that? Charlie Hoove
And just like Jordan in his prime, I always produce (it's game time)
Puffin' Cuban sticks, taking Camus sips, VVS drips off my crucifix
Survey the field, I can see the blitz
Switch on the fly, don't concede for shit
I found my niche and expanded it
Strong arm the assist, underhanded it
Got power and respect, I demanded it
Rose up to the top, won't abandon it (nah)
So follow the script, look down and follow the drip
Look down and see my shoe prints on the yellow brick
Get my fellowship, let the metal spit
To arrest your development, movement is elegant
Swimming in the money, I'm in my element
Give a fuck about your privilege and your prejudice
And I do this all for familiar
Keep the game on lock, it is my prisoner (my prisoner)
Hands on everything
Groove is the commissioner
And H must spot, that is my signature (my signature)
(Ayy) by my authority, watch this flex
(Ayy) got the color wheel shining on this crest
(Ayy) great Scott, they dread, I'm off the chain
(Ayy) got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
(Like what?) Top back speeding through the lanes
(Like what?) I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
(Like what?) I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
(Like what?) Play the game, level up, king me, I'm like, what?
(Ayy) got the color wheel shining on this crest
(Ayy) great Scott, they dread, I'm off the chain
(Ayy) got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
(Like what?) Top back speeding through the lanes
(Like what?) I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
(Like what?) I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
(Like what?) Play the game, level up, king me, I'm like, what?
Who's that making power moves from the black top to the boardroom
From the left coast to the right wing
On the fulcrum, balance everything (uh-huh)
Elevated views (yeah), and my point of view is exclusive one
Mile high over everything, watch me touch the sun (touch the sun)
On my victory lap (uh-huh), yet, I run the race like it's just begun
Never look back, never slow my pace, never gave a fuck, not a single one
Dollars making sense (uh-huh) every single sum (uh-huh)
Silver turned to gold, and gold turned into platinum
Did it all to the maximum (maximum), often time by my lonesome
Blood, sweat, never shed a tear, never had the time for that emotion
Going all in (all in), four quarters ball in, since the margin of error is slim to none
Kept focus on the grind 'til perfection come
Paid the cost to be the boss, it didn't matter what price
Kept my eye upon the prize, it never left from my sights
Now its vintage grapes and ticket tapes, concubines with a bottle shape
High speed in my own lane, 'cause I got land to scrape (uh)
(Ayy) by my authority, watch this flex
(Ayy) got the color wheel shining on this crest
(Ayy) great Scott, they dread, I'm off the chain
(Ayy) got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
(Like what?) Top back speeding through the lanes
(Like what?) I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
(Like what?) I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
(Like what?) Play the game, level up, king me, I'm like, what?
Who is that making chess moves, calculated thought that's how the vets do (uh-huh)
Got business ties, got street fame, got dollar signs attached to my name
Who is that? Mr. Groove, who is that? Charlie Hoove
And just like Jordan in his prime, I always produce (it's game time)
Puffin' Cuban sticks, taking Camus sips, VVS drips off my crucifix
Survey the field, I can see the blitz
Switch on the fly, don't concede for shit
I found my niche and expanded it
Strong arm the assist, underhanded it
Got power and respect, I demanded it
Rose up to the top, won't abandon it (nah)
So follow the script, look down and follow the drip
Look down and see my shoe prints on the yellow brick
Get my fellowship, let the metal spit
To arrest your development, movement is elegant
Swimming in the money, I'm in my element
Give a fuck about your privilege and your prejudice
And I do this all for familiar
Keep the game on lock, it is my prisoner (my prisoner)
Hands on everything
Groove is the commissioner
And H must spot, that is my signature (my signature)
(Ayy) by my authority, watch this flex
(Ayy) got the color wheel shining on this crest
(Ayy) great Scott, they dread, I'm off the chain
(Ayy) got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
(Like what?) Top back speeding through the lanes
(Like what?) I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
(Like what?) I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
(Like what?) Play the game, level up, king me, I'm like, what?
Credits
Writer(s): Val Lefrere, Jr.
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