Look
I ain't really every had a dollar to my name bruh
That ain't what I just say bruh
I'm a hard worker, you just wear the gold chains bruh
Nah we ain't the same bruh
Put some respect on my name when you say bruh
Hold up what you now say bruh?
I ain't built for this well you better be playing bruh
C'mon tell them you're fake bruh
I got zero tolerance for the small actors
Who only play in big parts but only fire backwards
And I don't fire backwards, only fire at the cameras
Or scammers, who try to figure out where my track lurks
Really wanna know about my next album?
Course you do, cause your raps just salvaged
Take bits and pieces from my sons and nieces
Well the green gets colder than a calvin
Sorry that's the other Blake ringing off the charts
Oh wait, I ain't sorry, last line disregard
Cause I'm wheeling in the chips like I'm flushing out the cards
I can see through facades, I can tell you ain't hard
I can tell you ain't hard
I can tell you play the part
Credit where credit is due
Man you got a nice car
Ride around with tints
Like you going bar for bar
I'm sorry but no gas you ain't going far
Aiming for the 6, like I'm rolling off energy
No fetamine but its really slowing down all my enemies
And I'm blowing off the charts like I came with a referee
And that's rest in peace, to all the people that testing me
Yea I'm gunning for the third, you could call me a Jeffery
Some one bring a pack, this could light up an L and B
Spelling B contests make people in debt to me
I don't make beef, I just chop it up super edibly
If you looking for the formula well I got the recipe
Might need therapy cause my mental state a necessity
And my people live close like I live on the Sesame
You could call me Eastside, cause I travel the Chesapeake
Yea I'm trapping the magic under the stairs like Penelope
I'm readily strapped to make sure I leave a legacy
I'm on another planet you could call it a destiny
And I'm acing my SAT, to give em all jealousy
Woah
Got a little carried away
In the fifth grade I told em I was moving out of state
Then in eighth grade I realized that I was pretty great
So I waited for my chance, watch me facilitate
And with grace, I pulled back and rented first estate
And now I'm activated and I'm waiting for my prey
Every night I ask on my mind or my page
Cause I know the Lord doesn't have to give me another day
Bstef - StopNow Lyrics
Bstef - StopNow Lyrics
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Look
I ain't really every had a dollar to my name bruh
That ain't what I just say bruh
I'm a hard worker, you just wear the gold chains bruh
Nah we ain't the same bruh
Put some respect on my name when you say bruh
Hold up what you now say bruh?
I ain't built for this well you better be playing bruh
C'mon tell them you're fake bruh
I got zero tolerance for the small actors
Who only play in big parts but only fire backwards
And I don't fire backwards, only fire at the cameras
Or scammers, who try to figure out where my track lurks
Really wanna know about my next album?
Course you do, cause your raps just salvaged
Take bits and pieces from my sons and nieces
Well the green gets colder than a calvin
Sorry that's the other Blake ringing off the charts
Oh wait, I ain't sorry, last line disregard
Cause I'm wheeling in the chips like I'm flushing out the cards
I can see through facades, I can tell you ain't hard
I can tell you ain't hard
I can tell you play the part
Credit where credit is due
Man you got a nice car
Ride around with tints
Like you going bar for bar
I'm sorry but no gas you ain't going far
Aiming for the 6, like I'm rolling off energy
No fetamine but its really slowing down all my enemies
And I'm blowing off the charts like I came with a referee
And that's rest in peace, to all the people that testing me
Yea I'm gunning for the third, you could call me a Jeffery
Some one bring a pack, this could light up an L and B
Spelling B contests make people in debt to me
I don't make beef, I just chop it up super edibly
If you looking for the formula well I got the recipe
Might need therapy cause my mental state a necessity
And my people live close like I live on the Sesame
You could call me Eastside, cause I travel the Chesapeake
Yea I'm trapping the magic under the stairs like Penelope
I'm readily strapped to make sure I leave a legacy
I'm on another planet you could call it a destiny
And I'm acing my SAT, to give em all jealousy
Woah
Got a little carried away
In the fifth grade I told em I was moving out of state
Then in eighth grade I realized that I was pretty great
So I waited for my chance, watch me facilitate
And with grace, I pulled back and rented first estate
And now I'm activated and I'm waiting for my prey
Every night I ask on my mind or my page
Cause I know the Lord doesn't have to give me another day
I ain't really every had a dollar to my name bruh
That ain't what I just say bruh
I'm a hard worker, you just wear the gold chains bruh
Nah we ain't the same bruh
Put some respect on my name when you say bruh
Hold up what you now say bruh?
I ain't built for this well you better be playing bruh
C'mon tell them you're fake bruh
I got zero tolerance for the small actors
Who only play in big parts but only fire backwards
And I don't fire backwards, only fire at the cameras
Or scammers, who try to figure out where my track lurks
Really wanna know about my next album?
Course you do, cause your raps just salvaged
Take bits and pieces from my sons and nieces
Well the green gets colder than a calvin
Sorry that's the other Blake ringing off the charts
Oh wait, I ain't sorry, last line disregard
Cause I'm wheeling in the chips like I'm flushing out the cards
I can see through facades, I can tell you ain't hard
I can tell you ain't hard
I can tell you play the part
Credit where credit is due
Man you got a nice car
Ride around with tints
Like you going bar for bar
I'm sorry but no gas you ain't going far
Aiming for the 6, like I'm rolling off energy
No fetamine but its really slowing down all my enemies
And I'm blowing off the charts like I came with a referee
And that's rest in peace, to all the people that testing me
Yea I'm gunning for the third, you could call me a Jeffery
Some one bring a pack, this could light up an L and B
Spelling B contests make people in debt to me
I don't make beef, I just chop it up super edibly
If you looking for the formula well I got the recipe
Might need therapy cause my mental state a necessity
And my people live close like I live on the Sesame
You could call me Eastside, cause I travel the Chesapeake
Yea I'm trapping the magic under the stairs like Penelope
I'm readily strapped to make sure I leave a legacy
I'm on another planet you could call it a destiny
And I'm acing my SAT, to give em all jealousy
Woah
Got a little carried away
In the fifth grade I told em I was moving out of state
Then in eighth grade I realized that I was pretty great
So I waited for my chance, watch me facilitate
And with grace, I pulled back and rented first estate
And now I'm activated and I'm waiting for my prey
Every night I ask on my mind or my page
Cause I know the Lord doesn't have to give me another day
Writer: Blake Stefonsky
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid