Say-say
I wrote this verse and it goes like this
I'm tryna make a mill
Time tickin' Richard Mille
I'm rippin' fuck a seal
Never been too dirty
Never been too clear
Y'all set a course I'm veering off that
Blood running from my ears
I got something you should hear
Sound real keep it real
I just got out of a deal
I'm tough as shit grab the wheel
They say I gotta be famous
But I dont know if I will
You don't know?
Where I'm from man, this music don't pay a bill
Lookin' down from the hill
All I see is fucking fake shit
Shoot my shot when I aimed it
I'm coming back for the kill
Shout out my brother Orlando
He got some for the land
And the few who rep real shit
I could count 'em all on one hand
Count 'em all on one hand
Count 'em all on one hand
All my brothers is wavy
You wanna flex for the gram
New kicks from Footshop
Bitch watch me take a step
Big stepper mind the gap
Living life get the bag
You would think you were caught up
But I was coming from the back
Playin' tricks I'm in your head
Jokers pulled from the deck
I'mma see you when I see you
But I'mma never take a detour
Boltin' off I'm on the track
Swervin' I'mma make it back
I'm going up with the spiral
You is out here runnin' laps
You is out here tryna' max
We ate it all there's nothing left
We cooked that shit in the first place
You can go talk to the chef
I wrote this verse and it goes like this