Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Paul
Songwriter
B Mar
Songwriter
Lyrics
Alright
This the song
Now
This the song
First things first
Whoa
Im not number one
Let me get that clear
I am not number one
I am nowhere near
But imma get there (yeah, imma get there)
Yeah
Yeah, imma get there (imma get there)
And I'm not the goat mane
You must be kidding
I can't even gloat mane
But I'm not tripping
Cuz imma get there (yeah imma get there)
Yeah
Imma get there (yeah imma get there)
That's the reason why I stay rocking some ones
Manifestation
Is how I'm gonna get some
Man he fresh dang son
That's all imma hear
Banging these drums in your ear
Let me go get you an aid
You making a pucker face
Like I gave you some lemons
Im making me lemonade
With this high yellow flow
How that old saying go
Imma be numero uno
You know I go
This heat oowee
Make you suck air through your teeth
I be floating on these tracks
And it be stinging like a bee
When these folks hear me
They be like gahlee
Yo he spit Godly
I mean I'm made in his image
The father gon take me farther
Than a prison life sentence
You not
Gon explain my life in one sentence
Come on
History is still being written
Mind if I take it back to the beginning
Chapter one aye
Big boy felt like an outcast
Even though I had friends
But it really would last
Till three fourteen
Not an easy as pie
It was really hard to swallow
Mane it really made me cry but
Now I'm cooking in the oven
All of a sudden
People really want a piece of my stuffing
But they not gon get nothing
Yeah
Cuz now I got my confidence
There's gon be some consequence
But no con to the sequence of new events
Whoo (Zan)
Aye
Ee uhn uh
Ee uhn uh
Yeah
But I'm not the goat mane
You must be kidding
I can't even gloat mane
But I'm not tripping
Cuz imma get there (imma get there)
Whoa
Uhn
I believe in the E now
I'm not crazy senile
See now you gon see how
I get an ocean on my wrist
Watch this
I thank God
Thank Dad
Thank Ma
Thank Zach
Thank Jamal
If you touch my blood
Imma swoop in and attack
Imma treat my whole fam and friends
Thats a fact
Imma hang up top with my folk
You can quote that
Run that back
Imma hang up top with my folk
You can quote that
When I get the big roles
Ill pull up in a big rollz
But you not scott free
In my mode
I turn into a sicko
Cuz in your mental I'll be ill my mane
These instrumentals spill the lentils on my feels
My mane
Shout out to weezy
He taught me how to be fly
Like a bird mane
The big boy a big dog now
Clifford mane
Shout out to TI
Imma pop them rubber bands mane
It's the Lit Zan
Yeah
Bring on the night
I'll be aight
And shout out baar media man
And whether this is streamed by one or one hundred
Imma be the one to keep it one hundred
Le Boom
Writer(s): Ethan Paul
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