Lyrics

(Let that shit ride, Eighty Eight)
(These folks got to hear this shit, Saucii)
(Swear to God I wrote this shit, I was right on the freeway, no bap)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah),(uh)
You can look me in my eyes, but you can't tell me I ain't great
You can't tell me I ain't straight
You can't tell me that I ain't well worth the wait
Treat the rap game like dessert, these **** cake
Feel like Mayfield when I bake
I'm takin' names, and gettin' **** out the way
Always talkin' like they real, these people fake
But I'm wrong if I don't invite them to the dinner
They been eatin' off my plate
Fear no man walkin' this earth, I play it safe
And that get back got no date
I'ma catch him, but I got too much at stake
Man I got too much for real, I'm tryna touch a hunnid mil
Post my music, they be askin' why I haven't signed a deal
Left me at my lowest point, you don't know how that made me feel
They can't trick me out my spot 'cause I'm too paid like Bradley Beal
Man I still replay the day my Annie say my bro got killed
Wonder why I had it hard, think God must think I'm man of steel
I been changin' my direction, never stoppin', prolly yield
Always bettin' on myself, been in that court and in the field
You can look me in my eyes, but you can't tell me I ain't great
You can't tell me I ain't straight
You can't tell me that I ain't well worth the wait
Treat the rap game like dessert, these **** cake
Feel like Mayfield when I bake
I'm takin' names, and gettin' **** out the way
Always talkin' like they real, these people fake
But I'm wrong if I don't invite them to the dinner
They been eatin' off my plate
Fear no man walkin' this earth, I play it safe
And that get back got no date
I'ma catch him, but I got too much at stake
Written by: Tariq Roberts
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