Oxygen, can we stop
I spent more than twenty-four hours in none but pajamas
Ducking and dodging the drama, making a hit every hour
But compared to the last this one go harder
I gave everything that I had
Just to gain a few clicks to learn new tricks
And so y'all motherfuckers like me
He a real killers still won't fight me
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Talent's not enough, not enough
Talent's not enough, oh oh oh oh
Talent's not enough, not enough
Talent's not enough
And we got the bag up
My niggas, we stacked up
You ain't gonna push me, nigga
I said that we got the triggers
We got the bag up
We gonna flex up
Said I just know that you ain't gon' ride for me
Beat off the chest
All these niggas, they pussy, they flex
And I say that I speak with the chest
All you niggas ain't bout it Mmm, yeah
I highly doubt it Mmm, yeah
You ain't gonna hit Mmm, uh-uh
I walk by i feel like lil got it
I'm a slumy lil' nigga, I do this
I call AlphaMoses, cause he do this
You a little student, you need a tutor
This a talent show, close the curtain
I'ma buy my lil' bitch a Birkin
Money comin', we get that for certain
I control bitch and she hurtin
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Talent's not enough, not enough
Talent's not enough, oh oh oh oh
Talent's not enough, not enough
Talent's not enough
Turn me up, yuh, up, yuh, up, yuh, up
I say, up, yuh, up, whew, up yuh up
Turn me up, yuh, up, yeah up, yeah up
I say, up yuh, up, whew up, yuh up
Motherfucker tried to put me down so I stomped him
There go WXLF he a beasts can't stop him
Run through songs like hoes, I'm a real pimp
Y'all boys goons, youngWXLF been a kingpin
Do everything that I can for this shit
Different sizes, shoes can fit
When I'm off my job, OT in the booth
Y'allI rob y'all mums, spend it all on boof
Tryna battle the wolf, suicide on the roof
You're a knock off me, ain't nothin' but a spoof
He a rich young nigga can't show no proof
Do a trick get you gone like magic poof
We disappear, niggas, we smoke 'em like fumes
I see roses and caskets yeah, that's a funeral
I see that lil boy and I'mma belittle him
Got a mack on his brain, you know I'mma riddle him
Got a choppa on my hip, it's feelin' like Call of Duty
Your bitch want this dick, she tell that she want me in it
Got a set comin' in, you see a nigga dancin
Yeah, you see a nigga dancin
Two thousand dollars and two in the back of my jeans
How I came in this bitch and i ain't hit a lick
Cause I knew everything that I got, I could do it again and repeat
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Talent's not enough, not enough
Talent's not enough, oh oh oh oh
Talent's not enough, not enough
Talent's not enough
Turn me up, up, yuh, up, yuh, up
I say, up, yuh, up, whew, up yuh up
Turn me up, yuh, up, yeah up, yeah up
I say, up yuh, up, whew up, yuh up
I spent more than twenty-four hours in none but pajamas
Ducking and dodging the drama, making a hit every hour
But compared to the last this one go harder
I gave everything that I had
Just to gain a few clicks to learn new tricks
And so y'all motherfuckers like me
He a real killers still won't fight me