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Chopper the don with it, I wrote lyrics
They ainât grossing a million, liquid donât form an opinion
Iâm sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend
Sort of Tommy Lasorda
The way Iâm sorting these pitchers
Pitchers whatever, f-ck it my speech is off
Weekend trip to wherever, only heaven is far
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
Jordan 4 seated floorside sittin with mobs
Only fear is mediocrity
Every time I got a beat I feel like I donât gotta sleep
You keep praying on your break, I hope you got a sling
Shot for all them shots coming out them beaks
Sort of like Socrates and a prodigy
You canât kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer teams
People f-ckinâ with me, they ainât f-ckin with you
Lyrically sup hmm being generous too
I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room
Made some moves, now Iâm known to spit December to June
Rented a coupe â cool â met me a chick
Always keep a rubber, word to telling your kids
If you gon do what you gon do, go handle your biz
Or smoke some purp take a Percocet and Xanax and chill
For real, you real then I donât need to say it
Itâs something to be great, itâs nothing to be famous.
F-ck fame, f-ck money
F-ck everything anyone can take from me
It ainât hard to make money
We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary
F-ck fame, f-ck money
F-ck everything anyone can take from me
It ainât hard to make money
We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary
Zoning my 2nd bottle, focused still on tomorrow
âSo what thoughtsâ keep me anxious, Moet gonâ keep me calmer
Poetry keep her honest, these readings Stevie could draw up
Donât see this deeper than music, donât hear it but feel the author
I donât hear no talking, we just hear them barking
And you know you run shit when they pay you good for walk-ins
Failure is not an option, success is just a process
Say âyesâ one time they use you, say ânoâ one time they plotting
Didnât make it through college, still debating my progress
End some friendships with homies, made some haters with albums
Limitations for cowards, this is Shay mixed with Malcolm
This is anti Mark McGuire it takes patience for power
Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever
Roll a nigga that lala â thatâs how I play the -mello
Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you
And I know my haters want to make my heart beat acapella
Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper
Cause I hella copped em so I could be way flyer than all them
I Aspire for awesome and require some flossing
Only way they gon listen, find it highly unfortunate
Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a Porsche
Tryna see if I get my critics as silent as auctions
I decided to boss up, lifeâs a bitch and I caught her
Donât always fuck me good, Iâm just too cheap to divorce her
F-ck fame, f-ck money
F-ck everything anyone can take from me
It ainât hard to make money
We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary
- Album:
- Running Back (Single)
- Fashion Week (Single)
- MY PYT (Single)
- Summer On Sunset
- Groundhog Day (Single)
- Festivus
- The Album About Nothing
- Bad (Single)
- The Gifted
- Poor Decisions (Single)
- Ambition
- The Eleven One Eleven Theory
- Lotus Flower Bomb (Single)
- Focused (Single)
- Bad Girls Club (Single)
- Attention: Deficit
- Non-Album Releases
- 100 Miles & Running (Mixtape)
- Back To The Feature (Mixtape)
- More About Nothing (Mixtape)