Lyrics Options (feat. Futuristic & Ekoh) - FUTURISTIC , Locksmith , Ekoh

I put in work for this shit
I gotta weight out my options (I gotta weight)
I know my worth in this bitch
I don't be playin', I'm plottin'
I got a way to get paper for days (What?)
I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah)
I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah)
Hop off the dick, jump on the wave (Woo)
Yeah, I put in work for this shit
I gotta weight out my options (I gotta weight)
I know my worth in this bitch
I ain't complainin', I'm plottin'
I got a way to get paper for days (What?)
I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah)
I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah)
Hop off the dick, jump on the wave, yeah

I know my options, I know I been top 10
I will not be boxed in, I put in my dues
Y'all playin' possum, I don't put it past 'em
I show no compassion, I been a recluse
I got the message that I been sequestered, my views
Made me especially rude
Made me aggressively protect my name and my legacy
Still I got more I can prove
I know my pass has been magnified, look what I've had to fight
How can you judge? You a passer by
I used to lay on my back and I'd dream of the rapper life
Now I see that just is asinine
Half the time I'm in my bubble, my vision is tunneled
I just ignore the peripheral
That's just some principle, how they dispensable
I don't play games with you dudes
I am not a slave to celebrity, elevated the lesser me
Never traded the payment for any taste of integrity
Never waited, I'm taking my rightful place
You pathetically tried to ration and bury us
Every rapper's nefarious
Every track is a burial, every act a scenario
Only puts me ahead of these other rappers you carried
The only baggage I had was a static when I was very low
From the rich you already know, whoa

I put in work for this shit
I gotta weight out my options (I gotta weight)
I know my worth in this bitch
I don't be playin, I'm plottin
I got a way to get paper for days (What?)
I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah)
I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah)
Hop off the dick, jump on the wave (Woo)
Yeah, I put in work for this shit
I gotta weight out my options (I gotta weight)
I know my worth in this bitch
I ain't complainin', I'm plottin'
I got a way to get paper for days (What?)
I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah)
I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah)
Hop off the dick, jump on the wave, yeah

Aye, yeah, aye
Options, options, options
These rappers my sons, adoption
I'm playing the stocks like I'm playing the clock
At the buzzer I shoot and it drops in
I make a lucrative profit
Look at the shit I accomplished
I told 'em in 2014 I was 'bouta blow to consider that the bomb threat
I got a couple of stores
Might close up at Zumies, you moppin' the floor
Couple of cribs and a label with all of your favorites
We make hits, then we go on tour
Filled property in LA for the vision
I made a scholarship, payday tuition
I don't just write it, I did it, I live it
And all that shit came independent
You trippin' if you thinkin' it's impossible
Had to call a audible
Was on the honor roll with a job and chillin' with college folk
Told 'em that I gotta go, knew I would hit the pot of gold
A lot of flows I'm droppin', it got me coppin' a lot of clothes
Three whips, and I wrote a book for the homies
How to make it independent, get the paper like a mummy
Never bummy, I was broke and made a million off the lyrics
I ain't spend it, I invested it you dummy

I put in work for this shit
I gotta weight out my options (I gotta weight)
I know my worth in this bitch
I don't be playin', I'm plottin'
I got a way to get paper for days (What?)
I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah)
I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah)
Hop off the dick, jump on the wave (Woo)
Yeah, I put in work for this shit
I gotta weight out my options (I gotta weight)
I know my worth in this bitch
I ain't complainin', I'm plottin'
I got a way to get paper for days (What?)
I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah)
I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah)
Hop off the dick, jump on the wave, yeah

And I don't really think y'all get it
I came from nothing to something, ain't going back down
And when the music finna stop, ain't starting none of it
Instead, they'll milk the game 'til they're tried as a cash cow
Look at the meth labs, just in it for the clout
You ain't really got the time? Then just "Unfollow Account"
I got the option, I don't really need to fuck with 'em now
But all these stupid motherfuckers keep on running their mouth
I'm like who this, tryna redirect the blue ship?
New kids, yelling more fake than the news is
Came a long way from the days working two shifts
Just to get a little loose grip on a few chips
Now I got a sweet small stack, call it IHOP
My stock grows with every song that I drop
My clock never give a minute for the time-off
I've got one eye on the gold, that's a cyclops
Yeah, I put the plan into motion
And I don't ever get too caught up in the words and emotions
I got a lot of people that I gotta prove to their notion
And even more that didn't notice til' I start a commotion
I got the fans drinking on that Kool-Aid now
Call it Jim Jones with a new wave
I'll just start a cult-following
Got away down to the money, make money
I don't gotta be around, uh
See I got the option to sign on the line or just keep it authentic
(Keep it authentic)
I've heard all the bullshit and seen
Through the lines of the money the mention
(Money they mention)
Like I can be happy or give 'em my heart and get back a percentage
(Back a percentage)
But I'ma keep moving and know in the
End this is just the beginning, yeah