Yeah Yeah Yeah
Okay Check
Okay Check
Well Okay Check
Ain't bout the Benjamins yet, me and my nigga Cruz on a mission
Still rock my girl gold chain in the sun that shit glistens
A nigga just got paid now I feel I'm the richest
The way I RIP through Hamiltons you would think I was a Piston
New motto DTD stand for do things different
I don't post no TBT's cause I don't like reminiscing
Say they ball but the game they play is just an exhibition
F*ck Jordan with no Lebron on your team you Tristian
Flying over you so you could never catch me slipping
Never sign the dotted line I won't even sign a petition
Don't even go to the club that shit for me prohibition
I put my emotions in a bottle cause alcohol too expensive
Asking me dumb bout my music ya never listen
I hit em with the Westbrook like ya niggas tripping
Shout out my mom and my dad cause they both Christian
They showed me the right way but sometimes I be wishing a nigga would
And I'm sure a nigga would
But until then I'm hopping on the little engine that could
Til the wheels fall off
Til there's no tracks left
Til I'm Bill Hader and it's a motherf*cking Trainwreck
Elevated but I rather take the steps
Necessary to get to where I wanna go next
Devil plotting tryna putting you through a test
Niggas turn to Joe Budden when shit get too complex
Speaking of Complex I deserve to be on that magazine
Better yet I deserve to be on the face of everything
And if it never happens a boy can still dream right
Wu-Tang taught me is all about the cream right
And where you water the grass that's where it's always green right
Patience low I'm bout to blow this shit into smithereens I
Had enough like Angie Martinez I'm hot but needed
Some more power to wake these niggas up they must be sleeping
On the road to riches don't you dare and take the scenic route
You'll fall in love with what you see before you even reach it
And shit ain't always what it seems go head and ask a seamstress
Sometimes you gotta tailor it so you can look your cleanest
When I was 18 I carved FTSOP up on the cement
I got it tatted on my chest too cause I really mean it
Was raised on Dipset so my mindset always Killa Season
Everything I get on I go Lil Wayne on any remix
That mean I kill shit
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
Okay Check
Okay Check
Well Okay Check
Ain't bout the Benjamins yet, me and my nigga Cruz on a mission
Still rock my girl gold chain in the sun that shit glistens
A nigga just got paid now I feel I'm the richest
The way I RIP through Hamiltons you would think I was a Piston
New motto DTD stand for do things different
I don't post no TBT's cause I don't like reminiscing
Say they ball but the game they play is just an exhibition
F*ck Jordan with no Lebron on your team you Tristian
Flying over you so you could never catch me slipping
Never sign the dotted line I won't even sign a petition
Don't even go to the club that shit for me prohibition
I put my emotions in a bottle cause alcohol too expensive
Asking me dumb bout my music ya never listen
I hit em with the Westbrook like ya niggas tripping
Shout out my mom and my dad cause they both Christian
They showed me the right way but sometimes I be wishing a nigga would
And I'm sure a nigga would
But until then I'm hopping on the little engine that could
Til the wheels fall off
Til there's no tracks left
Til I'm Bill Hader and it's a motherf*cking Trainwreck
Elevated but I rather take the steps
Necessary to get to where I wanna go next
Devil plotting tryna putting you through a test
Niggas turn to Joe Budden when shit get too complex
Speaking of Complex I deserve to be on that magazine
Better yet I deserve to be on the face of everything
And if it never happens a boy can still dream right
Wu-Tang taught me is all about the cream right
And where you water the grass that's where it's always green right
Patience low I'm bout to blow this shit into smithereens I
Had enough like Angie Martinez I'm hot but needed
Some more power to wake these niggas up they must be sleeping
On the road to riches don't you dare and take the scenic route
You'll fall in love with what you see before you even reach it
And shit ain't always what it seems go head and ask a seamstress
Sometimes you gotta tailor it so you can look your cleanest
When I was 18 I carved FTSOP up on the cement
I got it tatted on my chest too cause I really mean it
Was raised on Dipset so my mindset always Killa Season
Everything I get on I go Lil Wayne on any remix
That mean I kill shit
Okay Check
Okay Check
Well Okay Check
Ain't bout the Benjamins yet, me and my nigga Cruz on a mission
Still rock my girl gold chain in the sun that shit glistens
A nigga just got paid now I feel I'm the richest
The way I RIP through Hamiltons you would think I was a Piston
New motto DTD stand for do things different
I don't post no TBT's cause I don't like reminiscing
Say they ball but the game they play is just an exhibition
F*ck Jordan with no Lebron on your team you Tristian
Flying over you so you could never catch me slipping
Never sign the dotted line I won't even sign a petition
Don't even go to the club that shit for me prohibition
I put my emotions in a bottle cause alcohol too expensive
Asking me dumb bout my music ya never listen
I hit em with the Westbrook like ya niggas tripping
Shout out my mom and my dad cause they both Christian
They showed me the right way but sometimes I be wishing a nigga would
And I'm sure a nigga would
But until then I'm hopping on the little engine that could
Til the wheels fall off
Til there's no tracks left
Til I'm Bill Hader and it's a motherf*cking Trainwreck
Elevated but I rather take the steps
Necessary to get to where I wanna go next
Devil plotting tryna putting you through a test
Niggas turn to Joe Budden when shit get too complex
Speaking of Complex I deserve to be on that magazine
Better yet I deserve to be on the face of everything
And if it never happens a boy can still dream right
Wu-Tang taught me is all about the cream right
And where you water the grass that's where it's always green right
Patience low I'm bout to blow this shit into smithereens I
Had enough like Angie Martinez I'm hot but needed
Some more power to wake these niggas up they must be sleeping
On the road to riches don't you dare and take the scenic route
You'll fall in love with what you see before you even reach it
And shit ain't always what it seems go head and ask a seamstress
Sometimes you gotta tailor it so you can look your cleanest
When I was 18 I carved FTSOP up on the cement
I got it tatted on my chest too cause I really mean it
Was raised on Dipset so my mindset always Killa Season
Everything I get on I go Lil Wayne on any remix
That mean I kill shit
Writer: Erik Peets
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