Yeah
Yeah
Lets all just take a look at my life its like I'm constantly just rolling the dice
Just a young nigga
Message to myself that everything is alright and the cloudy days are soon the be bright
I free my mind as i write nah excuse me type on the phone screen
Throne dreams ima be the king of this phone thing
Micro i know these niggas impressed like a fake molly pill have you dripping in sweat
You say you like that rap shit well baby come get your fetish on
Its 12am and its the weekend so I'm in my zone tryna flip a zone
I done left my mothers crib and now I'm on my own where do i belong
Yeah i know a billion awaits and a G6 with a mega estate
But for now its just chase heart is pumping I'm increasing my pace
Taking chances everything is a stake to be a champion
Thinking to myself like could i be the one praying but i never get response
So i guess its all on me
Well f*ck it feelings ima tuck it I'm so cold blooded
I'm distant but I'm sticking to the subject You gotta love it
The way i pull up stunting all in public I'm tryna touch it I'm tryna touch the top I'm tryna clutch it like Kobe buckets
The industry is full of dummy's puppets I'm so above it I'm so above
Heat up like a oven
Never hold a grudge but make sure i never forget
Don't know who to trust how you start switching before I'm rich
How you used to sleep on my couch but DM my bitch
How you f*cking on my bro but used to make out with my dick
Why you always envious its like your filled with emptiness
Reminisce on all the old times way before i ever wrote lines the little bro times
I know you hearing this
I'm so far away I'm so first place
Catch up nigga
Yeah
No condiments though
No comments
In the sky like a comet
Nasty on the beat like vomit
Whoa
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Yeah
Yeah
Lets all just take a look at my life its like I'm constantly just rolling the dice
Just a young nigga
Message to myself that everything is alright and the cloudy days are soon the be bright
I free my mind as i write nah excuse me type on the phone screen
Throne dreams ima be the king of this phone thing
Micro i know these niggas impressed like a fake molly pill have you dripping in sweat
You say you like that rap shit well baby come get your fetish on
Its 12am and its the weekend so I'm in my zone tryna flip a zone
I done left my mothers crib and now I'm on my own where do i belong
Yeah i know a billion awaits and a G6 with a mega estate
But for now its just chase heart is pumping I'm increasing my pace
Taking chances everything is a stake to be a champion
Thinking to myself like could i be the one praying but i never get response
So i guess its all on me
Well f*ck it feelings ima tuck it I'm so cold blooded
I'm distant but I'm sticking to the subject You gotta love it
The way i pull up stunting all in public I'm tryna touch it I'm tryna touch the top I'm tryna clutch it like Kobe buckets
The industry is full of dummy's puppets I'm so above it I'm so above
Heat up like a oven
Never hold a grudge but make sure i never forget
Don't know who to trust how you start switching before I'm rich
How you used to sleep on my couch but DM my bitch
How you f*cking on my bro but used to make out with my dick
Why you always envious its like your filled with emptiness
Reminisce on all the old times way before i ever wrote lines the little bro times
I know you hearing this
I'm so far away I'm so first place
Catch up nigga
Yeah
No condiments though
No comments
In the sky like a comet
Nasty on the beat like vomit
Whoa
Yeah
Lets all just take a look at my life its like I'm constantly just rolling the dice
Just a young nigga
Message to myself that everything is alright and the cloudy days are soon the be bright
I free my mind as i write nah excuse me type on the phone screen
Throne dreams ima be the king of this phone thing
Micro i know these niggas impressed like a fake molly pill have you dripping in sweat
You say you like that rap shit well baby come get your fetish on
Its 12am and its the weekend so I'm in my zone tryna flip a zone
I done left my mothers crib and now I'm on my own where do i belong
Yeah i know a billion awaits and a G6 with a mega estate
But for now its just chase heart is pumping I'm increasing my pace
Taking chances everything is a stake to be a champion
Thinking to myself like could i be the one praying but i never get response
So i guess its all on me
Well f*ck it feelings ima tuck it I'm so cold blooded
I'm distant but I'm sticking to the subject You gotta love it
The way i pull up stunting all in public I'm tryna touch it I'm tryna touch the top I'm tryna clutch it like Kobe buckets
The industry is full of dummy's puppets I'm so above it I'm so above
Heat up like a oven
Never hold a grudge but make sure i never forget
Don't know who to trust how you start switching before I'm rich
How you used to sleep on my couch but DM my bitch
How you f*cking on my bro but used to make out with my dick
Why you always envious its like your filled with emptiness
Reminisce on all the old times way before i ever wrote lines the little bro times
I know you hearing this
I'm so far away I'm so first place
Catch up nigga
Yeah
No condiments though
No comments
In the sky like a comet
Nasty on the beat like vomit
Whoa
Writer: Tyler Varnado
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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