Touch Down (feat. Bingx)

I just touched down in the city I'm hitting it silly Then I'm on the street, and I'm hitting your celly And you better answer, I'm not 'bout to wait And it's fuck what they tell me and fuck what they sell me I'm tired, I'm way too expensive for you You could call me Beryllium Throwing tequila inside of my belly I'm writing the hits, you can call me Jon Bellion Yeah Spaced on our ship like an alien I'm not on alien I'm on petrol and maybe 1800 I'm rockin' my way to a million I'm killin' 'em, killin' 'em, that's what I mean Filling the buckets with blood and I'm spillin' 'em That's on the team People acting like I'm not a GOAT And I don't even flinch when I go for the dream I don't want fame, man, this shit is a scheme Killing yourself for your own self-esteem That don't make sense, and I'm never at ease I'll never believe They just moved way too uneven I'm happy alone, I'm not grieving 'em I ain't no evil one Gun in my bad, and it's never on safety I'm safer than all of 'em You can trust me to be leading 'em, yeah Pull up, they leaving, they leaving in fear Our pain is different, I do not believe in your tears I see your problem, the man in the mirror Wait wait wait wait I won't allow you to break Knee down to the ground While you take take take take All that I worked for I'm late I won't waste time anymore (I won't waste time anymore) (I'm not away, was before) (You set me up, I'm keeping score) (I can't get enough I want more) Yeah, I just touched down in the city What I got I don't have to try to settle Yeah, everyone that's moved against me Just ended up being my clientele I felt like they had to pay Me for the shit they ain't have to say Look at my accolades, boy out here winning And plus I just met a lil' bitch who like books and that anime Ah, boy that's a W Real ones, they need 'em some comfort too I treat my people like family So if you around me, that mean I got love for you I, self driven, I'ma reach my goal Gotta BBE with 'em like, Fe Fi Fo Phone book full of G.I. Joes Move along but I keep mine close Still off that, ayy, hold up, bitch Come against me, I'ma show you what you're bad at Ahh ayy, hold up, bitch I don't waste time when I smoke, I'ma asset Ayy, hold up, bitch We got the same .24, but I'm passed that See what I want, and I grab that Ain't got no review, don't know how to backtrack I be on let it go, let it go None of 'em ready for who I'm gon' be for the rest of my life I seem to answer my questions in light Already way too ahead of my time Wait wait wait wait I won't allow you to break Knee down to the ground While you take take take take All that I worked for I'm late I won't waste time anymore (I won't waste time anymore) (I'm not away, was before) (You set me up, I'm keeping score) (I can't get enough I want more)