Letras
Rose from the ashes from the mud like a catfish
Dyslexic got it backwards jumping like acrobatics
Falling victim to my habits fallen angels are avid
Know what I want I don't have it nigga cant keep us distracted
I'm saying
I've been praying we been working till the AM
I still ain't get my shine but I'm a star like the Wayans
They frail on the weigh in I'm like tyson I'm not playing
Underdogs and understatement
Underestimated greatness
You fucking with the one but you gon' see it soon
So bless your last afternoon
Touching keys I'm so in tune
The locksmith in dead of June
Back blocks to the moon
Open doors got us all hot
Still we all assume
Me and niggas always gonna keep it real
Realizations through the valleys but I'm ending on the hills
They know I'm in the room when we talking bout skills
They ain't walking what they talking I remind em what is real
Catch up catch up
Bitch I'm getting paid
Check up check up
What they gotta say
Wake up wake up
Bitch I'm getting paid
Riding through my city got me switching out lanes
Catch up catch up
Bitch I'm getting paid
Check up check up
What they gotta say
Wake up wake up
Bitch I'm getting paid
Riding through my city got me switching out lanes
Geez look how I fell in the league
How I fell in this bitch and now she don't want me to leave
I'm a pro when I'm hitting you know I shoot with a sleeve
Blow her back while she's yawning I'm out the door with the breeze
My palms itching we the young wolf pack with the fleas
Gon blow around the world like a fucking disease
And niggas claiming Rambo as they talk from a screen
Or off a bean
Terror squad them boys walk with a lean
I tell em fall back
These niggas scared
Could see it in my eyes