Songtexte




Every time I step in I don't knock nigga move
Bitch I'm the elephant when I walk in the room
Big on my presence it take a lot of the room
Big on my excellence it's a lot to consume
I got a weapon I got a lot more to use
I got a checklist I got a lot more to-dues
New shit got a lot like it's a lot on the news
Run up a hunnid you couldn't walk in my shoes
You couldn't walk in my Pradas cause these shits still ain't hit the towns
But they still got hundreds of miles on them
From running up hundreds of thousands yeah
Smoking on medical grade
It's stronger than the bass that's why it's so loud in here
I smoke wherever that I'm going
Probably ain't going we can't break some loud in here
We gotta show out at all of the shows
Glow up with all of this gold
Pour up with all of the hoes
My clothes up in all of the stores
Easily I use my mind so hear me out
I write down all my desires and tear it out
Keeping em on me at all of my where abouts
How do you think I became the one that you hear about
This shit can't be luck
They just can't keep up
That shit can't be us
Man you hear the way the song cry on the instrumental
Put my heart on this microphone it got me feeling sentimental
Using a zip car for the re-up to serve some zips up out the rental
Bad lil bitch she got some beautiful teeth
But doctor got something for your dental
That's just the physical that Imma give to you
I still got something for your mental
I had to make me a way as a rappers so I had to wrap em' up and send em'
We gotta get to this money yeah
So I'm stacking up a lot of it
And of course we gon' ball with it
This ain't close to what we started with
I'm not a daddy but I go farther, yeah
I'm the dealer, I can bring them cards in here
Only greatness what you can call this here
Got a nigga feeling marvelous
Every time I step in I don't knock nigga move
Bitch I'm the elephant when I walk in the room
Big on my presence it take a lot of the room
Big on my excellence it's a lot to consume
I got a weapon I got a lot more to use
I got a checklist I got a lot more to-dues
New shit got a lot like it's a lot on the news
Run up a hunnid you couldn't walk in my shoes



Autor(en): Joseph Monroe



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