Okay I had to see the bigger picture
Make it out, for my mother, brother and my sisters
Everyday, something else
When's it coming bigger
Imma make it to the top
So we can get our figures
But I stay true, I came up
I got too much damn luck
I can't give no damn f*cks
About giving my love
To someone who can switch up
Act up, can't grow up
So we waiting for the day
That we blow up
See I'm the type of guy that likes to speak my mind
905, yeah you know we repping from the North Side
Ten toes down, never going outta sight
We only going up if it's the charts or private flights
We do it right
See we feel hottest in our city, so we tryna go pop
Tryna get us bigger commas, buy my momma a watch
I've been dreaming bout it, working for it
Hope you get caught
By surprise when you see me
Finally reaching the top
Yeah I used to walk around with my heart on my sleeve
But all these fake ass people started reminding me
That I'm the only one who's gonna carry my prophecy
So imma take the shots, take the hits, till everything's free
Cause I'm only 19
But damn it I got a dream
Fast cars, big mansions, blowing off all my steam
Working hard, grinding quick, yes sir we on the scene
With a bad bitch, but she ain't part of the dream
Lemme talk about who I am for a minute
I'm a goddamn mix of a saint and a sinner
Never late for the dinner cause I am aching to get em
Y'all Tempeh Bacon, I straight aim for the liver (Uh)
Been through far too much, man this pain needs a killer
But I don't pop shit unless I'm taking a splinter
Straight out of my finger when I am raking this paper
I be climbing money trees, Jay Rockin I shake em
Yeah, drawbacking like Pax as a kid
Hijacking any track, I attack and I diss
I shine in my songs what I lack on my wrist
Man your shit ain't cold put it back in the fridge
Clapping competition but I'm truly not a fan
You should go and get a job, looking goofy on the gram
Buying fake followers, who you fooling little man
Man your chick look like Meredith, I'm cooling it with Pam (Yeah)
Yeah, cooling it with Pam
Yeah, we feeling like the man
Yeah, ain't popping no Xans
Getting to the money damn
That's the only plan
Yeah, cooling it with Pam
Yeah, we feeling like the man
Yeah, ain't popping no Xans
Getting to the money damn
That's the only plan
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Okay I had to see the bigger picture
Make it out, for my mother, brother and my sisters
Everyday, something else
When's it coming bigger
Imma make it to the top
So we can get our figures
But I stay true, I came up
I got too much damn luck
I can't give no damn f*cks
About giving my love
To someone who can switch up
Act up, can't grow up
So we waiting for the day
That we blow up
See I'm the type of guy that likes to speak my mind
905, yeah you know we repping from the North Side
Ten toes down, never going outta sight
We only going up if it's the charts or private flights
We do it right
See we feel hottest in our city, so we tryna go pop
Tryna get us bigger commas, buy my momma a watch
I've been dreaming bout it, working for it
Hope you get caught
By surprise when you see me
Finally reaching the top
Yeah I used to walk around with my heart on my sleeve
But all these fake ass people started reminding me
That I'm the only one who's gonna carry my prophecy
So imma take the shots, take the hits, till everything's free
Cause I'm only 19
But damn it I got a dream
Fast cars, big mansions, blowing off all my steam
Working hard, grinding quick, yes sir we on the scene
With a bad bitch, but she ain't part of the dream
Lemme talk about who I am for a minute
I'm a goddamn mix of a saint and a sinner
Never late for the dinner cause I am aching to get em
Y'all Tempeh Bacon, I straight aim for the liver (Uh)
Been through far too much, man this pain needs a killer
But I don't pop shit unless I'm taking a splinter
Straight out of my finger when I am raking this paper
I be climbing money trees, Jay Rockin I shake em
Yeah, drawbacking like Pax as a kid
Hijacking any track, I attack and I diss
I shine in my songs what I lack on my wrist
Man your shit ain't cold put it back in the fridge
Clapping competition but I'm truly not a fan
You should go and get a job, looking goofy on the gram
Buying fake followers, who you fooling little man
Man your chick look like Meredith, I'm cooling it with Pam (Yeah)
Yeah, cooling it with Pam
Yeah, we feeling like the man
Yeah, ain't popping no Xans
Getting to the money damn
That's the only plan
Yeah, cooling it with Pam
Yeah, we feeling like the man
Yeah, ain't popping no Xans
Getting to the money damn
That's the only plan
Make it out, for my mother, brother and my sisters
Everyday, something else
When's it coming bigger
Imma make it to the top
So we can get our figures
But I stay true, I came up
I got too much damn luck
I can't give no damn f*cks
About giving my love
To someone who can switch up
Act up, can't grow up
So we waiting for the day
That we blow up
See I'm the type of guy that likes to speak my mind
905, yeah you know we repping from the North Side
Ten toes down, never going outta sight
We only going up if it's the charts or private flights
We do it right
See we feel hottest in our city, so we tryna go pop
Tryna get us bigger commas, buy my momma a watch
I've been dreaming bout it, working for it
Hope you get caught
By surprise when you see me
Finally reaching the top
Yeah I used to walk around with my heart on my sleeve
But all these fake ass people started reminding me
That I'm the only one who's gonna carry my prophecy
So imma take the shots, take the hits, till everything's free
Cause I'm only 19
But damn it I got a dream
Fast cars, big mansions, blowing off all my steam
Working hard, grinding quick, yes sir we on the scene
With a bad bitch, but she ain't part of the dream
Lemme talk about who I am for a minute
I'm a goddamn mix of a saint and a sinner
Never late for the dinner cause I am aching to get em
Y'all Tempeh Bacon, I straight aim for the liver (Uh)
Been through far too much, man this pain needs a killer
But I don't pop shit unless I'm taking a splinter
Straight out of my finger when I am raking this paper
I be climbing money trees, Jay Rockin I shake em
Yeah, drawbacking like Pax as a kid
Hijacking any track, I attack and I diss
I shine in my songs what I lack on my wrist
Man your shit ain't cold put it back in the fridge
Clapping competition but I'm truly not a fan
You should go and get a job, looking goofy on the gram
Buying fake followers, who you fooling little man
Man your chick look like Meredith, I'm cooling it with Pam (Yeah)
Yeah, cooling it with Pam
Yeah, we feeling like the man
Yeah, ain't popping no Xans
Getting to the money damn
That's the only plan
Yeah, cooling it with Pam
Yeah, we feeling like the man
Yeah, ain't popping no Xans
Getting to the money damn
That's the only plan
Writer: Jake Turner, Nick Bee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music