Letras
Truth be told my nigga I'm moving differently
Imma rap on this beat real viciously
Gonna chase this bread like I'm from Italy
I know there's no friends up in this industry
Picking up on shit real instantly
Had this dream for a minute using imagery
Got the drive already it's just consistency
The flows in my pocket is like infinity
Growing up was bumping a lot of ski and x
Had debates with friends I said they were the best
Inspired me to rap I became obsessed
Dropping track after track like who's impressed
Through out the years you see that I progressed
Pulling big numbers I got them all pressed
Had writers block that shit had me all stressed
Imma rap and spazz until I lose my breath
Can't nobody bring me down with them
Flowing on this beat with a special rhythm
Hated on me all my life I can't forgive them
People I knew way back then I don't miss them
Tryna fuck with me then I'll dismiss them
Nobody worth my time not finna diss them
I'm on dat always I'll go whoop them
Looking at they face and all I do is grill them
Truth be told my nigga I'm moving differently
Imma rap on this beat real viciously
Gonna chase this bread like I'm from Italy
I know there's no friends up in this industry
Picking up on shit real instantly
Had this dream for a minute using imagery
Got the drive already it's just consistency
The flows in my pocket is like infinity
I could switch it up my nigga whenever I want
Was at 14 that I smoked my first blunt
Not a background character Imma stand in the front
These bitches hate that I'm so nonchalant
I'm so humble when I win I don't go and taunt
Much rather designer than wearing Lacoste
I noticed a lot of niggas are so soft
Imma fly with my wings like I'm Rick Ross
Only things I drink is liquor and water
Woke up today like I gotta go harder
My flow is tight Imma make it more sharper
Can't rush a hour in my day like I'm carter
Like a basketball game I'm locked in for this quarter
Not buying my shit you're a fake supporter
Lived here all my life I'm a New Yorker
Locked in with this shit I'm a hard worker
Truth be told my nigga I'm moving differently
Imma rap on this beat real viciously
Gonna chase this bread like I'm from Italy
I know there's no friends up in this industry
Picking up on shit real instantly
Had this dream for a minute using imagery
Got the drive already it's just consistency
The flows in my pocket is like infinity