Letras

Why would I change for the fame
Can’t ride the wave that I’m on
Hoes gotta stay in they lane
**** pockets getting tapped on
Ain’t talking that money wave
Then Shit
I’m speechless
Outside in the field
Make that bitch nosebleed from them bleachers
I used to do it for fun
Now 10K for a feature
If I don’t take this win home
I swear these **** cheaters
Huh
Bitch know she can’t
She can’t
I Wish she would
 
I’m in the spot I’m blowing smoke
Lil engine that could
Competition getting stepped on
Foot on they necks
They neck gone
Beat a bitch in my timbs
Hoe this fly shit
These Rick Owens
Za rolled in my blunt
Designer shit
It’s real potent
Tunnel vision
On opposition
I’m Focused up
I’m real focused
I run shit
They run they mouth
Popping shit is they hobby
I’m who bitches tryna imitate
I’m the one that they wanna copy
always get it back in blood bitch
No iv
This my time
I’m timely
Knock it off
I’ll Knock you out
You Liston son
I’m Ali
I’m one of one
I am not one of them
I am not none of them
Turn a dollar to a m
I am not nice I move grimey
I move gritty
I am so witty
I’m so with it
Don’t move silly
Smacked off the dope
Don’t do pillys I’m off henny
I’m so proud I made a bands from a few Pennie’s
**** give used
Then get lit
Then get clout
Then they start beef with no plan
Get took out
I be getting fried off the za like a cook out
If you look like me you supposed to be my lookout
My **** never switch
They don’t snitch
They don’t fold
Yea I’m bringing heat
Heavy metal
That’s my pole
Shit get very hot
Look that aint food up on the stove
I want all money
Good money
New and the old
I go
0 to 100 real quick
I hear the whispering
Get up off my dick
Main character
U know This is my shit
I don’t waste no time bitch
I’m really timeless
I’m one of one
I am not one of them
I am not none of them
Turn a dollar to a m
I took a break to detach
For my spiritual alignment
I pray for what I want
And then I go and find it
This the perfect Time
Cus I’m on God timing
Teeth wrist jewelry
Shining just like my diamonds
Every day it was ramen
Now we eating off of rhyming
I rather be alone by myself
On a isLand
I’m still soul searching
And we still self finding
The top look different from the bottom
Everyday I'm Thanking the most high
For helping me through struggle
And teaching me how to survive
Cuz I could be dead
But I'm against all odds
I'm still alive
I got battle scars I got trauma scars
I got cuts that didn’t heal yet
Watch me melt these metal bars
Top look different from the bottom
Written by: Gray Derrick Carrington, NuShepsura Jones
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