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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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