Lyrics

Yeah Turn me up Yeah (Hit Boy) Ayy, check it Okay, I feel unstoppable, odds are not probable (nah) Go against the team, that shit is not logical (never) Living out my dream, these islands I'm on tropical (for real) You ain't made it 'til all the top models is toppin' you You ain't made it 'til you got stylists go out and shop for you TMZ pull up, spit on the camera like Pac would do Hope you niggas caught the right angle, hypotenuse I'm in DR on a big yacht with the prostitutes Boy, stop, I'm just living out my real truth Hundreds real blue, strips on 'em still new Fucked up Dover Street, I'm drippin' like mildew They say he don't do visit the hood, nigga, I still do A real nigga, only difference my bills bigger I'm still with you, I just got rich a little quicker The same man, God handed me his game plan I ain't perfect, far from it, what can I say, man? I feel unstoppable, odds are not probable (nah) Go against the team, that shit is not logical (never) Living out my dream, these islands I'm on tropical (for real) You ain't made it 'til all the top models is toppin' you It felt like yesterday I was just driving my grandma's Chevrolet From South Carolina to Maryland, I take the jet today I'm still on the come up, I'm still building my resume I still got a lot to prove, but still I'm heavy weight I still gotta watch my moves, they try to defamate my character But I won't let 'em, it's always checkmate I'm still screaming "Fuck the world," hope she impregnates Mother Nature's my main bitch, we'll drop a sex tape I go ballistic and I'm so terrific Accounts is copacetic, I don't need no permission But I'm so indebted to this game that I love And most of all to the man above, now check me out Now I was just at Friday's, was serving the greens Then got off to sell weed, I was serving the fiends Now I ain't never been a gangsta, but I know a few things And seen niggas get locked up to murder their dreams But I done spoke too much, close curtain the scene I am not a human being, I'm a full machine I ain't holier than thou, I don't judge, I sing I'm just a nigga on the come up tryna reign supreme, motherfucker Yeah, uh, Hit Boy, we got another one, nigga, ha Man, y'all niggas ain't ready for this, man I'm still grinding, I'm still hungry, hungrier than ever I feel unstoppable, odds are not probable (nah) Go against the team, that shit is not logical (never) Living out my dream, these islands I'm on tropical (for real) You ain't made it 'til all the top models is toppin' you (toppin' you)
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Chris Evans-ironside, Jesse Blum, Cordae Amari Dunston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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