Lyrics B.a.U. - Marco Uno

Imma just. Aye
Imma just. Aye
Imma just. Aye
Imma just stick to the plan
That lil′ hundo done made me a band
All that struggle shit made me a fan
Bussin' moves off the plane once I land
She want time, I can′t trade up a bag
Lil' Belize ting so unruly
She must think that mean that I'm stupid
I do me, they leave, and I′m cool with it
Pull a rap sheet. No need to act sneaky
Can′t help but leech, or try and use me
But imma help em see that I'm useless
I protect my peace - That′s my new shit
Only play for keeps - That's my new shit
Too made, for fake, but y′all too slick
Act way too paid for my two cents.
Hands is full. I can't give you no hand
Stuck on silent - Catch me if you can
I just ain′t meant for that jam
Oh no, I just ain't meant for that jam
I show out, get the check, then I'm gone
Ain′t no sleep, bitch I rest when I′m gone
Frst time ain't nothin′ I ain't use to
Bitch, it′s business as usual
Imma just. Aye
Imma just stick to the code
Kept hoes hot with a cape in the cold
Let in opps - Took a break from the bros
All that talk ain't delaying no show
I′m with all that, just pay at the door
The wave why I can't make it no more
It's cool, I ain′t tryna′ be famous no more
I'll pop just until I ain′t nameless no more
Keep watching. I booked a few shows in two days
At the crib writing rules after me,
But that's Gucci, cause i′m about to move out of state
I don't love her. I′m crushing I guess,
But i'm stuntin'. Ain′t tryna feel too outta place
I can′t blame one for warning the next how
Move, cause shit, I just might do her the same
Said these huff niggas through
Tell em like I ain't told em before
Bro a tweak. It′ll sing. Hell of ease.
It don't sound like Jacquees when he holdin a note
Spontaneity′s key, and see, funny thing about a key, it'll open a door
Look like Steph vs Delevadova - Gass
On full, he can′t tell that it's over
Had a buck, and a dream, and a Sofa
Stomach empty. It was all too serious
No sweat, when I do everything I do, better than what y'all do. Period
Exhibition would make me alive
All my haters just make me a line
Tryna make Raven Tracy a wife
Tryna make hoes who played me a lie
I just ain′t meant for that jam
Oh no, I just ain′t meant for that jam
I show out, get the check, then I'm gone
Ain′t no sleep, bitch I rest when I'm gone
Frst time ain′t nothin' I ain′t use to
Bitch, it's business as usual
Imma just.