Lyrics

See I been at it for a minute But the only thing that matters is I'm winning I had to gather couple digits Now I'm out here tryna battle for the vision Man tell em like whoa Where he gonna go Tryna get the bread All that's missing is the dough Now he no show Think he gone rouge Time to come back but I think he gone blow I think my mind too lost On the right track but the timings off I mean the signs too soft now we go hard but I'm gonna cost I'm the general Eating through the streets like they edible Go ahead and sign make it legible Credible And I ain't ever had the game on lock but we stop at the top that's inevitable Man See I been at it for a minute But the only thing that matters is I'm winning I had to gather couple digits Now I'm out here tryna battle for the vision Man tell 'em like whoa Where he gonna go Tryna get the bread All that's missing is the dough Now he no show Think he gone rouge Time to come back but I think he gone blow Now we going up blowing up Everybody move when we showing up Know it's us I never seen a squad that's so loaded up Pour a couple bottles for the fam lemme hold my cup Ok they know by me Everybody know the name never show ID Knock em out when we go Ali I can't drive go and hold my keys Oh golly I mean the squad right here Everyday we going in, that's the job right here I mean the job so clear Nothing matters but the month cuz its all our year We go harder Name another team that go larger Giving y'all the thirst no water Harbor Everything we do is so stalwart Time to make it up that's what sup for the honor Ah yeah See I been at it for a minute But the only thing that matters is I'm winning I had to gather couple digits Now I'm out here tryna battle for the vision Man tell 'em like whoa Where he gonna go Tryna get the bread All that's missing is the dough Now he no show Think he gone rouge Time to come back but I think he gone blow See I been at it for a minute But the only thing that matters is I'm winning I had to gather couple digits Now I'm out here tryna battle for the vision Man tell 'em like whoa Where he gonna go Tryna get the bread All that's missing is the dough Now he no show Think he gone rouge Time to come back but I think he gone blow
Writer(s): Joshua Madry, Karsten Neumeister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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