Prodigy
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
I don't condone violence, talk crazy to her, burn 'em
He might catch a body, I'm not a thug, but won't take disrespect
I'd probably die by this, she's not mine, so I don't understand why I would cry about it
Only chasing dreams, I need a bankroll, flyin' out my side pockets
Work hard, go through all that pain, it ain't no rocket science
I'm keepin' quiet, some people really hate to see a high fine
I got the vision, knew I would be big, I was my own pilot
Who would've known, started this rap bitch shit while I was up in college
Don't be late
I'm all in my future face like what's the work today
I failed yesterday
But I bet my plans they gone work out today
No bakery
I need a honey bun
I gotta get this cake
Dream chaser
I never been the one just to sit down and lay
Momma said I'm great
She gave birth to a son
And he is her prodigy
Bro told me lead
So I just told my gang
Lil just follow me
We gone be cool
Straight up to the top we making winning moves
I'm in the groove
Keep your game tight can't have no loose screws
I'm out to go but I'm a town baby still shout out to Zoo
I love the crib but I had to get out I had to explore too
T-shit would come with me but shit leave you
Cause I am that smooth
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm that dude
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm that too
This ballin shit is coming to me natural
Everything I got I earned it cause I take it
These niggas be lying they really pump faking
Gotta watch out for these ladies they be lying
What all them say she was never mine
I don't trust why none got god on my side
I don't trust why none cause God got perfect time
Everything got stressed about my past I laugh about my future
She say that she like me I never liked her like I'm future
If she a good one then I'ma turn into a hooper
And if she in my court then I'ma turn into a shooter
Yeah your diamonds cool but my diamonds cooler
We not stressin' haters, they be typing on computers
Somebody pack these niggas up, somebody call the movers
She was just a hoe, so I could never choose her
He don't wanna work hard, so he sound like a loser
I got a broken heart tryna see how I can heal sooner
I be working hard from the sun 'til the moon up
But I still go hard in the paint
Give a fuck 'bout what you think
Mama always told me
Save that money, save it when it rain
Then I went and made it rain
Boy, I'm getting this shit off the rip
But we is not the same
I got gold, I got silver
Got rose gold all up in my chain
You don't need no flash
On my diamonds and they still bling
Make a motherfucker disappear
Like I'm David Blaine
Walk up in this bitch
Like new money
Like I'm Walkenstein
I don't condone violence, talk crazy to her, burn 'em
He might catch a body, I'm not a thug, but won't take disrespect
I'd probably die by this, she's not mine, so I don't understand why I would cry about it
Only chasing dreams, I need a bankroll, flyin' out my side pockets
Work hard, go through all that pain, it ain't no rocket science
I'm keepin' quiet, some people really hate to see a high fine
I got the vision, knew I would be big, I was my own pilot
Who would've known, started this rap bitch shit while I was up in college
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
Boy, I'm from the crib, I turn it up and I run it up
I don't condone violence, talk crazy to her, burn 'em
He might catch a body, I'm not a thug, but won't take disrespect
I'd probably die by this, she's not mine, so I don't understand why I would cry about it
Only chasing dreams, I need a bankroll, flyin' out my side pockets
Work hard, go through all that pain, it ain't no rocket science
I'm keepin' quiet, some people really hate to see a high fine
I got the vision, knew I would be big, I was my own pilot
Who would've known, started this rap bitch shit while I was up in college
Don't be late
I'm all in my future face like what's the work today
I failed yesterday
But I bet my plans they gone work out today
No bakery
I need a honey bun
I gotta get this cake
Dream chaser
I never been the one just to sit down and lay
Momma said I'm great
She gave birth to a son
And he is her prodigy
Bro told me lead
So I just told my gang
Lil just follow me
We gone be cool
Straight up to the top we making winning moves
I'm in the groove
Keep your game tight can't have no loose screws
I'm out to go but I'm a town baby still shout out to Zoo
I love the crib but I had to get out I had to explore too
T-shit would come with me but shit leave you
Cause I am that smooth
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm that dude
Sometimes I gotta remind myself I'm that too
This ballin shit is coming to me natural
Everything I got I earned it cause I take it
These niggas be lying they really pump faking
Gotta watch out for these ladies they be lying
What all them say she was never mine
I don't trust why none got god on my side
I don't trust why none cause God got perfect time
Everything got stressed about my past I laugh about my future
She say that she like me I never liked her like I'm future
If she a good one then I'ma turn into a hooper
And if she in my court then I'ma turn into a shooter
Yeah your diamonds cool but my diamonds cooler
We not stressin' haters, they be typing on computers
Somebody pack these niggas up, somebody call the movers
She was just a hoe, so I could never choose her
He don't wanna work hard, so he sound like a loser
I got a broken heart tryna see how I can heal sooner
I be working hard from the sun 'til the moon up
But I still go hard in the paint
Give a fuck 'bout what you think
Mama always told me
Save that money, save it when it rain
Then I went and made it rain
Boy, I'm getting this shit off the rip
But we is not the same
I got gold, I got silver
Got rose gold all up in my chain
You don't need no flash
On my diamonds and they still bling
Make a motherfucker disappear
Like I'm David Blaine
Walk up in this bitch
Like new money
Like I'm Walkenstein
I don't condone violence, talk crazy to her, burn 'em
He might catch a body, I'm not a thug, but won't take disrespect
I'd probably die by this, she's not mine, so I don't understand why I would cry about it
Only chasing dreams, I need a bankroll, flyin' out my side pockets
Work hard, go through all that pain, it ain't no rocket science
I'm keepin' quiet, some people really hate to see a high fine
I got the vision, knew I would be big, I was my own pilot
Who would've known, started this rap bitch shit while I was up in college
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