Lyrics

O'Yeah O'Yeah O'Yeah My nigga Quamie know the studio in and out in and out O'Yeah O'Yeah O'Yeah (Ooo, aye) O'Yeah O'Yeah We coming different We coming different cause we elevated above all these niggas I promise Been thinking bout splurge to flourish in lavish shit But I gotta keep stacking up for my family shit Gotta take the name farther then it's ever been Take it to higher heights higher then the highest end Diving in head first ain't scared of nothing I know they gone feel me At least that's what my momma say Gotta keep a look out right there where my momma stay Cause the streets demons feasting over where momma be I been thinking bout schemes and elaborations Rushing the process the masterpiece always coming so we patient So in relation I'd rather be patience And stack up all my chip and watch my commas start spacing I been thinking bout a better route Gotta make my momma proud So I gotta make it out Gotta make my OG proud Bet I'm bout to make it out Keep my eyes up on the game Yeah we bout to stake it out Cause most of us don't make it out We bout to run the game up Bout to fuck a chain up Gotta stack our chip up So we could yeah Bout to run the game up Bout to Fuck a chain up Gotta stack our chip So we could yeah Bout to run the game up Bout to fuck a chain up So we could stack our chip up We bout to aye We bout to run the game up Bout to fuck a chain up Bout to stack our chip up Yeah we could run it up I don't know where my mind been but I found it Hard for my enemies to breathe in my lil surroundings Feet never touch the ground so I could never be grounded Demons been tryna chase me down I'm feeling surrounded Opened up my mind to the grind and I started winning Take the easy route My nigga are you kidding I'm focused on the finish Beginning middle and ending I'll hustle til I buckle And my knees are far from finished Please give me a second sit back relax My feet in the sand til my skin turn black See I'm loyal to the soil ain't no dirt in me And I'll shoot em from the shoulders that's the G in me But you could never really fuck with me And that's in just all honesty I'm really just a prodigy You should see the team I got round me We built it up from the mud Dirt under our nails come and take a closer look We bout to run the game up Bout to fuck a chain up Gotta stack our chip up So we could yeah Bout to run the game up Bout to Fuck a chain up Gotta stack our chip So we could yeah Bout to run the game up Bout to fuck a chain up So we could stack our chip up We bout to aye We bout to run the game up Bout to fuck a chain up Bout to stack our chip up Yeah we could run it up
Writer(s): Jeremiah Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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