I got my head up in the clouds, I'm feeling kinda proud
They wanna know how I'm moving how my energy now
I'm on the grind, I can't lie I've been sticking out
Five o don't even know what the charges about
Leave to a young guy like me,
Rolling through the set in a whip so clean
Leave to youngin just like me
Iced out dreams I'm living up in a lavish esteem
I gotta a whole lotta love for the city I'm in
So rain my thoughts down on a paper & pen
Independent on the come up I still represent
I'm on this flight I'm pretty there no where to land
I got some hot Soup coming out this kitchen man
This that after math from the ktown ends
Let the beat flo I ain't gotta pretend, mix that zam zam we gon hit the fan
I say love like this for the music they don't make no more , How man shot can endure
When the push come shove I heading for the gates
I'm coming out on top y'all haters can stay hate
Imma make this money ain't nothing up in my way
Food on the table and I always share my plate
F is for family, y'all better get that straight
God gave us life so be grateful everyday
Yea I'm cuttin all the corner in this song
43k going long, never thought how this shit would play out now they out here at my window waving looking wrong
I just pulled a plugged from his city, they dont cut with,
I'm moving too fast, all my people up as subjects
Posted up on notes, they don't know that we up yet
Yea I'm hitting a score for a ruffnecks
Yea Im running busting down doors
My Heads overflowed I don't see no regard
Mind over matter, I balance these checks till the straight, I'm just making a bread full of bars
They wanna know how I've been coping it straight
The bigger the fruit the sweeter it taste
A mill or dime I come for the take
Make no mistake I'm dying for a break
LACEUP
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English
I got my head up in the clouds, I'm feeling kinda proud
They wanna know how I'm moving how my energy now
I'm on the grind, I can't lie I've been sticking out
Five o don't even know what the charges about
Leave to a young guy like me,
Rolling through the set in a whip so clean
Leave to youngin just like me
Iced out dreams I'm living up in a lavish esteem
I gotta a whole lotta love for the city I'm in
So rain my thoughts down on a paper & pen
Independent on the come up I still represent
I'm on this flight I'm pretty there no where to land
I got some hot Soup coming out this kitchen man
This that after math from the ktown ends
Let the beat flo I ain't gotta pretend, mix that zam zam we gon hit the fan
I say love like this for the music they don't make no more , How man shot can endure
When the push come shove I heading for the gates
I'm coming out on top y'all haters can stay hate
Imma make this money ain't nothing up in my way
Food on the table and I always share my plate
F is for family, y'all better get that straight
God gave us life so be grateful everyday
Yea I'm cuttin all the corner in this song
43k going long, never thought how this shit would play out now they out here at my window waving looking wrong
I just pulled a plugged from his city, they dont cut with,
I'm moving too fast, all my people up as subjects
Posted up on notes, they don't know that we up yet
Yea I'm hitting a score for a ruffnecks
Yea Im running busting down doors
My Heads overflowed I don't see no regard
Mind over matter, I balance these checks till the straight, I'm just making a bread full of bars
They wanna know how I've been coping it straight
The bigger the fruit the sweeter it taste
A mill or dime I come for the take
Make no mistake I'm dying for a break
LACEUP
They wanna know how I'm moving how my energy now
I'm on the grind, I can't lie I've been sticking out
Five o don't even know what the charges about
Leave to a young guy like me,
Rolling through the set in a whip so clean
Leave to youngin just like me
Iced out dreams I'm living up in a lavish esteem
I gotta a whole lotta love for the city I'm in
So rain my thoughts down on a paper & pen
Independent on the come up I still represent
I'm on this flight I'm pretty there no where to land
I got some hot Soup coming out this kitchen man
This that after math from the ktown ends
Let the beat flo I ain't gotta pretend, mix that zam zam we gon hit the fan
I say love like this for the music they don't make no more , How man shot can endure
When the push come shove I heading for the gates
I'm coming out on top y'all haters can stay hate
Imma make this money ain't nothing up in my way
Food on the table and I always share my plate
F is for family, y'all better get that straight
God gave us life so be grateful everyday
Yea I'm cuttin all the corner in this song
43k going long, never thought how this shit would play out now they out here at my window waving looking wrong
I just pulled a plugged from his city, they dont cut with,
I'm moving too fast, all my people up as subjects
Posted up on notes, they don't know that we up yet
Yea I'm hitting a score for a ruffnecks
Yea Im running busting down doors
My Heads overflowed I don't see no regard
Mind over matter, I balance these checks till the straight, I'm just making a bread full of bars
They wanna know how I've been coping it straight
The bigger the fruit the sweeter it taste
A mill or dime I come for the take
Make no mistake I'm dying for a break
LACEUP
Writer: Yuvanraj A/L Subramaniam, Keenan Evanson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Ross
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Yuvanraj A/L Subramaniam, Keenan Evanson