(Low the Great)
(IsThatTrey)
So many emotions in my head
And I'ma keep ballin' 'til I can't
2 a.m., tryna make somethin' shake
And I'ma see the top, no matter what it take
Maybach seats recline back, I need a break, don't wait
Don't focus on yourself and get your cake, that's fake
- That, run up your sack
Go hard for five years and look where - at, ugh
Y'all - had motion, how the hell y'all goin' broke?
They say I do the most 'cause I feel like the G.O.A.T
They act like they don't know I made a hit before I could vote
Y'all see I'm settin' trends, I tell 'em take notes
I got the party jumpin', y'all be talkin' nonsense
Pockets on dog -, you savin' -, Clark Kent
You not rollin' up exotic, don't even spark that -
I'm Mr. Like Baow, you know I get - lit, like, huh?
She take D'USSÉ to the face when she feel some type of way
Lil' freak -, she goin', she doin' what I say
Did research on Nigo, I'm tryna rock some Bape
I love the birds like Rio, I knock a flock a day
I would say if he could do it, I could make a way
I'm seein' different -, I got sushi on my plate
You can't tell me nothin', feel like I'm Ye West
I told her come over and throw the neck, I'm feelin' stressed
Want a butterfly coupe, I feel like Kaylin
They surprised I'm a kid, but I'm ballin', Jason
Exotic Runtz, roll it up, I'm facin'
No days off, I'm turnt up, - a vacation
Emotions in my head
And I'ma keep ballin' 'til I can't
2 a.m., tryna make somethin' shake
And I'ma see the top, no matter what it take
Maybach seats recline back, I need a break, don't wait
Don't focus on yourself and get your cake, that's fake
- That, run up your sack
Go hard for five years and look where - at, ugh
Said she want a Benz truck, told her, "Let your friends -"
She so quick to give it up, she just never gave a -
He was just Loc'd up, now his pockets tightened up
I stayed down and came up, I locked in and leveled up
I don't even get out the bed when I wanna make hits
When you work hard, you get paid just to take trips
I been in the lab no sleep, but y'all fake sick
But then y'all blame politics when y'all play -
17, did Hot 100, where y'all at?
My polo shirt tucked with a cardigan on my back
But what's y'all excuse? Every day, I got class
Would y'all believe if I said I ain't care about the cash?
I don't wanna start that conversation, they not ready for it
I love what I do, I'm made for it
Better yet? I'm getting' paid for it
I just told Jen that I'm tryna visit a rainforest
I know that's random, cougars say I'm handsome
He said he want a feat', but I'ma tax, call me Fanum
I'm the man, huh? Made you do your dance, huh?
You my biggest fan, huh? I'm in love with Atlanta, uh
Tryna go back
Maybe next time, they let me in Onyx
They was playin'
Like what? Like, huh?
Like baow
