Текст песни
Making it happen
All these fakers not making it capping
Eyes wide open in case if I'm lacking
Gotta notice the snakes in the grasses
Keep it cut, their intentions are masking
Envious people throw shade when you flashing (hey T!)
Can't throw dirt on my name, tryna dap me
Fuck nigga vanish like Abracadabra
T-Rob on the beat
T-Rob!
Making it happen
All these fakers not making it capping
Eyes wide open in case if I'm lacking
Gotta notice the snakes in the grasses
Keep it cut, their intentions are masking
Envious people throw shade when you flashing (hey T!)
Can't throw dirt on my name, tryna dap me
Fuck nigga vanish like Abracadabra
They said Tommy not making it rapping
Pick a new hobby, this shit isn't slapping
When I punch in, I'm making them hits
No Nintendo, now they wanna switch
I just did a combo with eight hundred kicks
I've been locked in for hours, unflinching in this
If my life a movie, you binging this clip
Way that I'm moving, I've been on my shit
Been in my element
Ain't no fucking with me like I'm celibate
I be bending these beats on the regular
Racking and stacking them dollars, etc.
Before the guala my inner self begged me to drop
So I had gave the script to my editor
This shit running through my DNA…
That lil spark I got intermolecular
If I got it, I got it!
Don't care who saying who hotter
Whole bunch of nobodies claim they ahead of somebody
Like I ain't the one that had started
This little wave really mine and you drowning
People had shit on me back in the day
See me up now, no I'm not feeling nostalgic
When their in pain, they're claiming I caused it
Huh, like what?
Are you dumb?
Are you drunk?
Are you smoking sum shit with no punch?
Who ya plug? They lacing your runts
Where ever you at prolly smelling like skunk
Where yo gang? Thought you had a bunch
It's crazy they let you get treat like a punk
Only rock with the man in the mirror
And God, the one that I trust (huh)
Making it happen
All these fakers not making it capping
Eyes wide open in case if I'm lacking
Gotta notice the snakes in the grasses
Keep it cut, their intentions are masking
Envious people throw shade when you flashing (hey T!)
Can't throw dirt on my name, tryna dap me
Fuck nigga vanish like Abracadabra
They said Tommy not making it rapping
Pick a new hobby, this shit isn't slapping
When I punch in, I'm making them hits
No Nintendo, now they wanna switch
I just did a combo with eight hundred kicks
I've been locked in for hours, unflinching in this
If my life a movie, you binging this clip
Way that I'm moving, I've been on my shit