I'm outta my mind (Snap)
Nah this the wrong song, it's the wrong song
Haha, aha
Nah my fault bro, my fault bro
My fault bro, I got you foreal this time
Aight
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Movin' like East, man all this was written
Hot like a Phoenix, go back out some mittens
Feelin' like Storm how I'm sparkin' this friction
(Watch how you talkin', I don't f*ck with mentions)
Nah shoutout the Kings, we snap to go get it
Slept on GOAT like my last name was Pippen
I got more bars around me than a prison
Straightedge tunnel, that is my vision
Allergic to pork, so I gather chicken
(I stick to my bills like I'm Hillary Clinton)
Ya fumble the bag, I get it and flip it
Too much on my mind, but I call it wisdom
Knowledge my race, fluent in nonfiction
Niggas be acting, no Diggy Simmons
I play the part well, no need for auditions
No strings attached, I'm cuttin' the ribbons
(I never needed no jewels to glisten)
Always been lit, I just needed ignition
Heir to the throne like Tut the Egyptian
Shit could get dark, I don't mean the magician
I'm in Eight Gates how I'm breakin' my limit
(I backed out this .40 it came with extensions)
Then "I attack" like a card game position
Taking you out like a cancelled subscription
Got away with it, ain't fit the description
Everyday a flu game for me, I'm sickened
Updated my craft, and now I'm prolific
Y'all yell to be heard, but ya don't talk to listen
I'd rather finesse with the gifts I've been given
Ohhh
Lemme slow down, lemme continue to talk my shit
Wrong song
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'? (Uh huh)
Ah, perfectin' my craft, practice (Uh huh)
Heart colder than South Dakota (Just wanna be)
Yo, did you?
You outta your mind, snappin'
'Cause that's the wrong song, you f*ckin' bozo (Yo stop bitchin')
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I'm outta my mind (Snap)
Nah this the wrong song, it's the wrong song
Haha, aha
Nah my fault bro, my fault bro
My fault bro, I got you foreal this time
Aight
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Movin' like East, man all this was written
Hot like a Phoenix, go back out some mittens
Feelin' like Storm how I'm sparkin' this friction
(Watch how you talkin', I don't f*ck with mentions)
Nah shoutout the Kings, we snap to go get it
Slept on GOAT like my last name was Pippen
I got more bars around me than a prison
Straightedge tunnel, that is my vision
Allergic to pork, so I gather chicken
(I stick to my bills like I'm Hillary Clinton)
Ya fumble the bag, I get it and flip it
Too much on my mind, but I call it wisdom
Knowledge my race, fluent in nonfiction
Niggas be acting, no Diggy Simmons
I play the part well, no need for auditions
No strings attached, I'm cuttin' the ribbons
(I never needed no jewels to glisten)
Always been lit, I just needed ignition
Heir to the throne like Tut the Egyptian
Shit could get dark, I don't mean the magician
I'm in Eight Gates how I'm breakin' my limit
(I backed out this .40 it came with extensions)
Then "I attack" like a card game position
Taking you out like a cancelled subscription
Got away with it, ain't fit the description
Everyday a flu game for me, I'm sickened
Updated my craft, and now I'm prolific
Y'all yell to be heard, but ya don't talk to listen
I'd rather finesse with the gifts I've been given
Ohhh
Lemme slow down, lemme continue to talk my shit
Wrong song
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'? (Uh huh)
Ah, perfectin' my craft, practice (Uh huh)
Heart colder than South Dakota (Just wanna be)
Yo, did you?
You outta your mind, snappin'
'Cause that's the wrong song, you f*ckin' bozo (Yo stop bitchin')
Nah this the wrong song, it's the wrong song
Haha, aha
Nah my fault bro, my fault bro
My fault bro, I got you foreal this time
Aight
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Movin' like East, man all this was written
Hot like a Phoenix, go back out some mittens
Feelin' like Storm how I'm sparkin' this friction
(Watch how you talkin', I don't f*ck with mentions)
Nah shoutout the Kings, we snap to go get it
Slept on GOAT like my last name was Pippen
I got more bars around me than a prison
Straightedge tunnel, that is my vision
Allergic to pork, so I gather chicken
(I stick to my bills like I'm Hillary Clinton)
Ya fumble the bag, I get it and flip it
Too much on my mind, but I call it wisdom
Knowledge my race, fluent in nonfiction
Niggas be acting, no Diggy Simmons
I play the part well, no need for auditions
No strings attached, I'm cuttin' the ribbons
(I never needed no jewels to glisten)
Always been lit, I just needed ignition
Heir to the throne like Tut the Egyptian
Shit could get dark, I don't mean the magician
I'm in Eight Gates how I'm breakin' my limit
(I backed out this .40 it came with extensions)
Then "I attack" like a card game position
Taking you out like a cancelled subscription
Got away with it, ain't fit the description
Everyday a flu game for me, I'm sickened
Updated my craft, and now I'm prolific
Y'all yell to be heard, but ya don't talk to listen
I'd rather finesse with the gifts I've been given
Ohhh
Lemme slow down, lemme continue to talk my shit
Wrong song
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'?
Rockin' my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I'm always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin'
Are you existin' or are you just livin'? (Uh huh)
Ah, perfectin' my craft, practice (Uh huh)
Heart colder than South Dakota (Just wanna be)
Yo, did you?
You outta your mind, snappin'
'Cause that's the wrong song, you f*ckin' bozo (Yo stop bitchin')
Writer: Paul Valentine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid