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Limit
I ain't stopping, never lacking
Always locked in, but chilling
Every day's Friday, I never stressing, stay relaxing, no gimmick
I only care 'bout my lyrics, keep adding up on them digits
Fuck the statistics we living, I make it count every minute
You can never ever fuck with my spirit
Young boy with a mission
Crystal clear, with a vision
Gold quotes I have written
I was born with ambition
Wasn't get the recognition
Now I'm up, everybody listens
Y'all acting funny, I can see the difference
They be playing dumb, yeah
Money comes, acting funny in the front
You ain't here when it wasn't cool
85141 is where I'm from
Having fun, riding around, with my coupe
Hit it, hit it, hit it, but I'm
Chilling, chilling, chilling and
Hit it, hit it, hit it, but I'm
Chilling, chilling, chilling, yeah
Life's momentary, pray to Mother Mary
Shit is kinda scary, like Scary Terry
Been on Quarantine like February, time's passing almost January
Me and opps like Tom and Jerry
I dead 'em buried in a cemetery
2020 year is what I carry
Ain't ordinary, shit is legendary
Like chill
I like to write, my shit is tight, your dough is light
My flow is fire, your flow is ight, now you'll be quite
My shawty's fine, I'm finna blow
I drink some coke, and spit some rhymes
I stack the dough, it falls some times
I'm keeping it low, and it'll be fine
They be playing dumb, yeah
Money comes, acting funny in the front
You ain't here when it wasn't cool
85141 is where I'm from
Having fun, riding around, with my coupe
Hit it, hit it, hit it, but I'm
Chilling, chilling, chilling and
Hit it, hit it, hit it, but I'm
Chilling, chilling, chilling, yeah
My friends still faking, them haters keep hating
And momma still praying, so I'm blessed with the bag
Respect your grinding, but I'm out here chilling
While you writing lyrics and shit is still trash
Bitches catching feeling, now I'm making millions
Spending that shit and I'm making it back
I don't ever trip, even if I fall
Rock bottom, bet I still coming back
Spitting hot lava like Cordae
Making these vibes like all-day
Doing my thing with my way
No studio time, it's homemade
Used to take me as a joke
Now they on me for the dough
She didn't want me back then
Now she sliding for the glow
Hit it, hit it, hit it, but I'm
Chilling, chilling, chilling, yeah
Hit it, hit it, hit it, but I'm
Chilling, chilling, yeah, yeah