Yeah, I'm just a kid with a goal and a dream Lil' bro finna hop out and beam, hm
I got a ball for the team, cause they all dependin' on me
I cannot die, so I'm clutchin' the heat Yeah, you say that you love me, you C.A.P
I'm knowin' I'm special, they hatin' on me I'ma run money up till I'm six feet deep
I cut you off, I ain't f*ck with your tendencies Yeah, bitches be f*ckin' with Hennessy
I might be too real for the industry I'm standin' on business, so nobody bitchin
Me I stay with the action like figurines
I'm keepin' it clean like Listerine If he try me, he gon' end like history
Suicide on my mind, I don't care about the memories I've been runnin' from love, but I feel too exhausted
I've been losin' my weight, and this shit happens often
I jump off the porch and I feel like a dolphin OG got killed, I wish I could call him
All of this shit made me feel like I lost it I made it this far, there's no point in stoppin
I stay with my brothers, you know how we rockin' My life on the line, my soul on an auction
Clutchin' that 9, and that bitch got a problem F*ckin' packs to the face, hopin' it's gonna stop it
My heart's so weak, gonna end in a coffin If he wanna try, then he gon' need a doctor
Better not test me if you're not a proctor Clippin' his back, made him see through he hollow
I can't have a baby, so you gotta swallow She won't pick up, so I won't even call her
I'm makin' this money, I'll hit you tomorrow I think you a princess, wear a tiara
Tryna be yo main one drop yo roster, Your exes try you, I'ma bust through they posture
I'ma keep it 100, put that on my mama I pray to God I ain't givin' you trauma
I get so stressed when I hear about the drama So I cut the world off, and I get to the commas
Yeah, I'm just a kid with a goal and a dream Lil' bro finna hop out and beam, hm
I got a ball for the team, cause they all dependin' on me
I cannot die, so I'm clutchin' the heat Yeah, you say that you love me, you C.A.P
I'm knowin' I'm special, they hatin' on me I'ma run money up till I'm six feet deep
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Yeah, I'm just a kid with a goal and a dream Lil' bro finna hop out and beam, hm
I got a ball for the team, cause they all dependin' on me
I cannot die, so I'm clutchin' the heat Yeah, you say that you love me, you C.A.P
I'm knowin' I'm special, they hatin' on me I'ma run money up till I'm six feet deep
I cut you off, I ain't f*ck with your tendencies Yeah, bitches be f*ckin' with Hennessy
I might be too real for the industry I'm standin' on business, so nobody bitchin
Me I stay with the action like figurines
I'm keepin' it clean like Listerine If he try me, he gon' end like history
Suicide on my mind, I don't care about the memories I've been runnin' from love, but I feel too exhausted
I've been losin' my weight, and this shit happens often
I jump off the porch and I feel like a dolphin OG got killed, I wish I could call him
All of this shit made me feel like I lost it I made it this far, there's no point in stoppin
I stay with my brothers, you know how we rockin' My life on the line, my soul on an auction
Clutchin' that 9, and that bitch got a problem F*ckin' packs to the face, hopin' it's gonna stop it
My heart's so weak, gonna end in a coffin If he wanna try, then he gon' need a doctor
Better not test me if you're not a proctor Clippin' his back, made him see through he hollow
I can't have a baby, so you gotta swallow She won't pick up, so I won't even call her
I'm makin' this money, I'll hit you tomorrow I think you a princess, wear a tiara
Tryna be yo main one drop yo roster, Your exes try you, I'ma bust through they posture
I'ma keep it 100, put that on my mama I pray to God I ain't givin' you trauma
I get so stressed when I hear about the drama So I cut the world off, and I get to the commas
Yeah, I'm just a kid with a goal and a dream Lil' bro finna hop out and beam, hm
I got a ball for the team, cause they all dependin' on me
I cannot die, so I'm clutchin' the heat Yeah, you say that you love me, you C.A.P
I'm knowin' I'm special, they hatin' on me I'ma run money up till I'm six feet deep
I got a ball for the team, cause they all dependin' on me
I cannot die, so I'm clutchin' the heat Yeah, you say that you love me, you C.A.P
I'm knowin' I'm special, they hatin' on me I'ma run money up till I'm six feet deep
I cut you off, I ain't f*ck with your tendencies Yeah, bitches be f*ckin' with Hennessy
I might be too real for the industry I'm standin' on business, so nobody bitchin
Me I stay with the action like figurines
I'm keepin' it clean like Listerine If he try me, he gon' end like history
Suicide on my mind, I don't care about the memories I've been runnin' from love, but I feel too exhausted
I've been losin' my weight, and this shit happens often
I jump off the porch and I feel like a dolphin OG got killed, I wish I could call him
All of this shit made me feel like I lost it I made it this far, there's no point in stoppin
I stay with my brothers, you know how we rockin' My life on the line, my soul on an auction
Clutchin' that 9, and that bitch got a problem F*ckin' packs to the face, hopin' it's gonna stop it
My heart's so weak, gonna end in a coffin If he wanna try, then he gon' need a doctor
Better not test me if you're not a proctor Clippin' his back, made him see through he hollow
I can't have a baby, so you gotta swallow She won't pick up, so I won't even call her
I'm makin' this money, I'll hit you tomorrow I think you a princess, wear a tiara
Tryna be yo main one drop yo roster, Your exes try you, I'ma bust through they posture
I'ma keep it 100, put that on my mama I pray to God I ain't givin' you trauma
I get so stressed when I hear about the drama So I cut the world off, and I get to the commas
Yeah, I'm just a kid with a goal and a dream Lil' bro finna hop out and beam, hm
I got a ball for the team, cause they all dependin' on me
I cannot die, so I'm clutchin' the heat Yeah, you say that you love me, you C.A.P
I'm knowin' I'm special, they hatin' on me I'ma run money up till I'm six feet deep
Writer: Owen Piasta
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