Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle H Cowley
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm on my the grind
Pushing the whip so fast you think Imma bust the exhaust
Didn't have the time
Too busy chasing a bag
And turning myself a boss
If I was lying
Baby girl look in my pockets and you gone see all of the green
Half of the time
That I was missing your call I was too busy chasing the dream
I had to I brighten up my whole horizon
It's cloudy and something is blocking the vision
Had to sit back and start learning
And really observing so I can make better decisions
And Imma ride that with fire
Like I'm a supplier
To cross out any opposition
Stayed dedicated regarding whatever I started
So Imma go hard till the finish
The realest ones the one the only one that I see
Say she want that action Paxton for real
They ain't love me I was down in the bottom
They gone hate me at the top of the hill
Took my fellings put em all in a bottle
So you know it's no way that I could feel
Gotta figure out the key to the problem
It's the only way that we can prevail
Tired of talking bitch I'm not Dr. Phil
I go live like my name Jimmy Fallon
North Decatur I was I all in the field
Balling everyday to run up my status
Had a talk with God he said keep it real
Now I'm now I'm out here rocking out with my passion
Black and yellow coop I might name it bill
Kill all these rappers with out a challenge
Dripping harder now cause I'm in to fashion
Water on me but they don't see damage
They afraid cause they don't understand it
Preach the gospel got 'em ready panic
Every time we slide me and my guys keep our eyes peeled
We see the frantic
Not a sign of fear to show respect
But It's not just handed out you gotta demand it
Oh all my life I knew that I would be a chosen one
Ain't no trials that's in way that I can't over come
I just pray the lord keep me around to see my sons
And I know I'm not the only one
I'm on my the grind
Pushing the whip so fast you think Imma bust the exhaust
Didn't have the time
Too busy chasing a bag
And turning myself a boss
If I was lying
Baby girl look in my pockets and you gone see all of the green
Half of the time
That I was missing your call I was too busy chasing the dream
I had to I brighten up my whole horizon
It's cloudy and something is blocking the vision
Had to sit back and start learning
And really observing so I can make better decisions
And Imma ride that with fire
Like I'm a supplier
To cross out any opposition
Stayed dedicated regarding whatever I started
So Imma go hard till the finish
The realest ones the one the only one that I see
The realest ones the one the only one that I see
The realest ones the one the only one that I see
The realest ones the one the only one that I see
I ain't riding on your lil roller coaster
I just really wanted to get to know you
Said you stand all ten like soldier
Then your ass folded up like a sofa
I don't really wanna be the nigga that's gone let you down
But I thought you should know
The only reason that I hardly ever ever come around
Cause I'm chasing the dough
Go head oh girl hit the door
Leave your panties sitting right there on the floor
Bust it down like my wrist watch it glow
Show you something that you ain't seen before
New designer bag when we leave the store
Hundred twenty five on the Veneno
Dressed in all white I look like the pope
They say I do the most I do what I'm s'posed to
All my life I knew that I would be a chosen one
Ain't no trials that's in way that I can't over come
I just pray the lord keep me around to see my sons
And I know I'm not the only one no, no, no
Writer(s): Kyle Cowley
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