First things first, keep the weak shit second (Heard)
Feeling like a thousand gold bricks for the record (Yeah)
I'm feeling like I'm Reggie Miller how I got necks and (Yeah)
I'm hated, it's like I'm Belichick to a Jets fan (Yeah)
I'm on point like a poisonous dart (Heard)
I ride slow almost like I have nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)
Except I'm onto something (Yeah)
I don't wanna punch in (Yeah)
I brought the Backwoods and the gelato to the function (You heard)
I'm mad tense, wishing my anxiety was past tense
I re-run old conversations that I had with past friends
I'm thinking when did that end
I'm in a cloud, don't blur the vision
Put the blades to you dickheads like circumcision (Yeah)
You best enjoy yourself
You aint makin bread
Best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Cuz I'm all about the cash flow
If you hatin on a nigga you an asshole
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Need some separation and further division
I can't hang with you hot boys you hurting my system
Burning them bridges leave you stranded at shore
Claiming they raw, then drop a name on they dog
Then clamor for more attention
I wonder, yo where we go wrong?
Mary go round and round
Yo f*ck it, hand me the bong
Yo f*ck it, hand me whatever
You half-stepping boy, can't be as clever
Champion level, you dig it?
I can hand you the shovel
Son of a rebel, hand picked all the drum and the treble
F*cking wit me?
Yo, tuck away y'all bummy falsettos
Give me the medal
1st, 2nd, 3rd place - all mine
I keep cold cuts like I'm at the deli on line
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
(I just want the money, I just want the money)
Back up in the building like I never left
All these tired ass rap niggas better go to bed
You aint making bread best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
I'm all about the cashflow
You aint makin bread best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
AzizTheShake - Route 3 Lyrics
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First things first, keep the weak shit second (Heard)
Feeling like a thousand gold bricks for the record (Yeah)
I'm feeling like I'm Reggie Miller how I got necks and (Yeah)
I'm hated, it's like I'm Belichick to a Jets fan (Yeah)
I'm on point like a poisonous dart (Heard)
I ride slow almost like I have nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)
Except I'm onto something (Yeah)
I don't wanna punch in (Yeah)
I brought the Backwoods and the gelato to the function (You heard)
I'm mad tense, wishing my anxiety was past tense
I re-run old conversations that I had with past friends
I'm thinking when did that end
I'm in a cloud, don't blur the vision
Put the blades to you dickheads like circumcision (Yeah)
You best enjoy yourself
You aint makin bread
Best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Cuz I'm all about the cash flow
If you hatin on a nigga you an asshole
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Need some separation and further division
I can't hang with you hot boys you hurting my system
Burning them bridges leave you stranded at shore
Claiming they raw, then drop a name on they dog
Then clamor for more attention
I wonder, yo where we go wrong?
Mary go round and round
Yo f*ck it, hand me the bong
Yo f*ck it, hand me whatever
You half-stepping boy, can't be as clever
Champion level, you dig it?
I can hand you the shovel
Son of a rebel, hand picked all the drum and the treble
F*cking wit me?
Yo, tuck away y'all bummy falsettos
Give me the medal
1st, 2nd, 3rd place - all mine
I keep cold cuts like I'm at the deli on line
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
(I just want the money, I just want the money)
Back up in the building like I never left
All these tired ass rap niggas better go to bed
You aint making bread best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
I'm all about the cashflow
You aint makin bread best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Feeling like a thousand gold bricks for the record (Yeah)
I'm feeling like I'm Reggie Miller how I got necks and (Yeah)
I'm hated, it's like I'm Belichick to a Jets fan (Yeah)
I'm on point like a poisonous dart (Heard)
I ride slow almost like I have nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)
Except I'm onto something (Yeah)
I don't wanna punch in (Yeah)
I brought the Backwoods and the gelato to the function (You heard)
I'm mad tense, wishing my anxiety was past tense
I re-run old conversations that I had with past friends
I'm thinking when did that end
I'm in a cloud, don't blur the vision
Put the blades to you dickheads like circumcision (Yeah)
You best enjoy yourself
You aint makin bread
Best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Cuz I'm all about the cash flow
If you hatin on a nigga you an asshole
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Need some separation and further division
I can't hang with you hot boys you hurting my system
Burning them bridges leave you stranded at shore
Claiming they raw, then drop a name on they dog
Then clamor for more attention
I wonder, yo where we go wrong?
Mary go round and round
Yo f*ck it, hand me the bong
Yo f*ck it, hand me whatever
You half-stepping boy, can't be as clever
Champion level, you dig it?
I can hand you the shovel
Son of a rebel, hand picked all the drum and the treble
F*cking wit me?
Yo, tuck away y'all bummy falsettos
Give me the medal
1st, 2nd, 3rd place - all mine
I keep cold cuts like I'm at the deli on line
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
(I just want the money, I just want the money)
Back up in the building like I never left
All these tired ass rap niggas better go to bed
You aint making bread best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
I'm all about the cashflow
You aint makin bread best employ yourself
Waiting for the green light
Everything aint what it seem like
No
Writer: Abdul Dieng
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