I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
I was down all June, didn't sleep in the month of May
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
3 AM up writing shit
My son asleep, you ain't nice as this
Rollin with the Leif like the Vikings did
Leif Erikson, where you find this shit
Im chasing rings like im Thanos
No I'm chasing rings D-Wade/Bron in some sandals
On south beach
Cant f*ck with this Heat boy that's too much to handle
I'm scaring myself, look at the shit I come up with
I'm just a white kid that's moving from trailer to trailer to trailer
We really had nothing
We really had crumbs on our plate
We rarely had bread in the pantry
Momma was barely home, she was working alone
Playing Mom and then Dad for this family
OK I'm off this, play a rap show and get naked in mosh pit
Call up the label tell them I need profits
OK I'm off this, play a rap show and get naked in mosh pit
Call up the label tell them I need profits
I work that 6-6, hit that stu work that 8-12
I like my bitches bitch, make em kiss they gon' kiss and tell
I cut some homies off, but its cool I still wish em well
I wish they change, I'm wishing I'm wishing but f*ck it till then Ima give em hell
And my son gon' eat, even if I have to go pull some coins out the wishing well
Ima different beast, I invested in me and now look at my team dog we sitting well
We on the creep, Splinter Cell
They make a beat, that's my dinner bell
I go and eat and that turns to a feast,
Kiss my mom on the cheek, that's my biggest help
I think they got used to this greatness
I'm running off pride and their "fakeness"
I'm hitting the gas bitch I don't know what brakes is
If I come in last than I'm dead or in cages
These people been sleeping on me and that don't take a vision to see
Ima different breed, dog I been writing since 12 and I ain't took a minute to sleep
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
I was down all June, didn't sleep in the month of May
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
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I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
I was down all June, didn't sleep in the month of May
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
3 AM up writing shit
My son asleep, you ain't nice as this
Rollin with the Leif like the Vikings did
Leif Erikson, where you find this shit
Im chasing rings like im Thanos
No I'm chasing rings D-Wade/Bron in some sandals
On south beach
Cant f*ck with this Heat boy that's too much to handle
I'm scaring myself, look at the shit I come up with
I'm just a white kid that's moving from trailer to trailer to trailer
We really had nothing
We really had crumbs on our plate
We rarely had bread in the pantry
Momma was barely home, she was working alone
Playing Mom and then Dad for this family
OK I'm off this, play a rap show and get naked in mosh pit
Call up the label tell them I need profits
OK I'm off this, play a rap show and get naked in mosh pit
Call up the label tell them I need profits
I work that 6-6, hit that stu work that 8-12
I like my bitches bitch, make em kiss they gon' kiss and tell
I cut some homies off, but its cool I still wish em well
I wish they change, I'm wishing I'm wishing but f*ck it till then Ima give em hell
And my son gon' eat, even if I have to go pull some coins out the wishing well
Ima different beast, I invested in me and now look at my team dog we sitting well
We on the creep, Splinter Cell
They make a beat, that's my dinner bell
I go and eat and that turns to a feast,
Kiss my mom on the cheek, that's my biggest help
I think they got used to this greatness
I'm running off pride and their "fakeness"
I'm hitting the gas bitch I don't know what brakes is
If I come in last than I'm dead or in cages
These people been sleeping on me and that don't take a vision to see
Ima different breed, dog I been writing since 12 and I ain't took a minute to sleep
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
I was down all June, didn't sleep in the month of May
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
I keep this shit tucked away
I was down all June, didn't sleep in the month of May
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
3 AM up writing shit
My son asleep, you ain't nice as this
Rollin with the Leif like the Vikings did
Leif Erikson, where you find this shit
Im chasing rings like im Thanos
No I'm chasing rings D-Wade/Bron in some sandals
On south beach
Cant f*ck with this Heat boy that's too much to handle
I'm scaring myself, look at the shit I come up with
I'm just a white kid that's moving from trailer to trailer to trailer
We really had nothing
We really had crumbs on our plate
We rarely had bread in the pantry
Momma was barely home, she was working alone
Playing Mom and then Dad for this family
OK I'm off this, play a rap show and get naked in mosh pit
Call up the label tell them I need profits
OK I'm off this, play a rap show and get naked in mosh pit
Call up the label tell them I need profits
I work that 6-6, hit that stu work that 8-12
I like my bitches bitch, make em kiss they gon' kiss and tell
I cut some homies off, but its cool I still wish em well
I wish they change, I'm wishing I'm wishing but f*ck it till then Ima give em hell
And my son gon' eat, even if I have to go pull some coins out the wishing well
Ima different beast, I invested in me and now look at my team dog we sitting well
We on the creep, Splinter Cell
They make a beat, that's my dinner bell
I go and eat and that turns to a feast,
Kiss my mom on the cheek, that's my biggest help
I think they got used to this greatness
I'm running off pride and their "fakeness"
I'm hitting the gas bitch I don't know what brakes is
If I come in last than I'm dead or in cages
These people been sleeping on me and that don't take a vision to see
Ima different breed, dog I been writing since 12 and I ain't took a minute to sleep
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
I was down all June, didn't sleep in the month of May
I keep this shit tucked away
I keep this shit tucked away
These rappers they love to talk shit, I wish they had something to say
Writer: Zachary Rowland
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