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Yea, uh, yea
Double o millions, bitch, I'm in the trap (yea)
And I got some millions, fuck that got some billions
Riding thru the city (yea, yea)
Yea, I'm fly
Bitch, yea, I'm flying
Bitch, yea, yea, I'm flying
Boostin'
Boostin' up
Boostin'
Boostin' up
Boostin'
Boostin'
Rising
Rollie on my wrist, so you know it's perfect timing
Perfect time, right rhyme
Zip to a vibe
Zip to my bae, yea, I had to take a flight
Flick a bitch out like some flys
That's my shawty ride or die
Ain't no bragging, just my life
New goals that I strive
Been held down for some time
My pain body just want cry
Rise, then send me a new vibe
Time, lately, I ain't got no time
Alive, but I been dead in my mind
Screaming out from the inside, yea
Personality disorder, personally I have been boarded
Hoard the feelings in my chest, tryna find a new motive
My bars got some edge, but I don't got a quota
Taking notes like a cop, bitch niggas, what's your motive?
Moving like I can't stop-motion, like I ball my name Kobe
Ball 'til I fall
Restored with energy, I can run through a wall
Or run thru supplying people ears with the music
Who you fooling
Sticks and drums not cool, you abuse it
Nothing really cool, it's just your preference
What I love me and the world
Physical shit, can't hold my spirit 'til it's ending
'Cause it's needing more
'Cause it's needing more
Yea, 'cause it's needing more
Huh, 'cause it's needing more (yea)
Boostin'
Boostin' up
Boostin'
Boostin' up
Boostin'
Boostin'
Rising
Rollie on my wrist, so you know it's perfect timing
Perfect time, right rhyme
Zip to a vibe
Zip to my bae, yea, I had to take a flight
Flick a bitch out like some flys
That's my shawty ride or die, yeah