paroles de chanson Couldn't Wait for It - Rick Ross , Blxst

Couldn't wait for it running out of pain storage
We was made for it now we getting paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pouring
It's just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh

I don't really stress over pressure I think big
Who am I if I don't take it further than Nip did?
Had dreams of being an owner since this big
Gotta set the bar even higher and switch gears
We don't do this shit for the prize we affect lives
Gotta put that shit to the side like what's pride
We gon' live forever 'cause never respect dies
You ain't gotta like it but better respect mine

It ain't a question I thank God
I'm blessed with a great squad
I'm grateful for Tru mom
I promise to make time
Circle of great minds no way that we can't shine
Believe it, but they gon' love the Evgle in due time
I noticed they gon' knock every mountain we do climb
But the real ones looking back on the grind like 'bout time
I'm still forever humble in front is a pound sign
They never could doubt mine forever we outside

Couldn't wait for it running out of pain storage
We was made for it now we getting paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pouring
It's just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh

The love is genuine thugs are innocent
Compassion'll never last, get ended just like a sentence
I'm pulling up in a Bent', knowing my money straight
They looking all through the tint
Imagine what's in the safe
I blew my new bitch a kiss
Caught it just like a case
Six Cartiers on my wrist
I'm a martyr for Modern Day (Boss)

Top down all I blast is Marvin Gaye
Ask Blxst 'cause Blxst got all the ladies
The money get complicated so we go on vacations
The yacht a million a day champagne and PlayStations
Bottles still all black clubs still all packed
I'm pulling her by the arm and trust me she all that

Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Referred to as the Biggest so must be cautious
Ain't no ceiling 'cause I put it in the trunk (huh)
What's 20 million? I'ma spend that in a month

Couldn't wait for it running out of pain storage
We was made for it now we getting paid for it
Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pouring
It's just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh