Lyrics

[Intro] Can't wait 'til I get my ratings This shit right here's my statement Can't wait 'til I get my ratings This shit right here's my statement Can't wait 'til I get my ratings This shit right here's my statement [Verse] Yeah, this year was just a L Shit, oh, well 'Cause next year, I'm atop it Any time I spit, their faces drop with one sixteen I'm not JAY1 but I mocked it So I need a million bucks and I ain't givin' a **** I cut a few guys off 'cause they're toxic DJ Khaled, I got the keys like a locksmith F the watch, gimme a house, that's boss shit So I'm on a wave like boats Vossi and cold, feel like Stormzy when I bopped in Takе two shots of the rum, back to the drum 'Cause I'm rеally in a state like Boston Some guys don't like me, but they still wanna pree Don't wanna show love, bet they're watching Cool, 'cause I don't like them and they ain't my friends But when I do well, they're locked in Air Force 1's, I might cop them Jordans 1 to 8, you know I got them Somethin' like NSG, I got options Kitty so deep that I really got lost in So deep that I might just drown And I can't swim, so, shit, what now? I do this for the fun, not clout I think most of you guys washed out But I'm comin' to change it, no pad and a pen Do a couple of pages My brain's in space when I'm runnin' up papers Martian like Wayne, and I belong in a spaceship Good gracious, we are not with the faintness Complex with the pen, nah, I'm not with the basics No Dom Pérignon, but I sip mag-a-num Bottled up, ice-cold when it comes to the cases (So outrageous) Mad what I do to the song Burn it up quick like a nuclear bomb I'm a nuisance, blow all the fuses Me, I've never been a sheep, I do what I want "Dreads ain't, Dreads ain't, Dreads ain't good enough" They talk shit and I'm proving them wrong I was so down, but now it's all lookin' up Ball's in my court and I'm shootin' my shot What? Shootin' my shot Shootin' my shot But thre's more chance of me being the head of the country than ever usin' a Glock Don't try to act bad when you're not JD poured in my glass on the rocks Three-point-five, that's packed in a pot And I light that up 'til I'm actually gone Sittin' in my room just holdin' a ten-pound note Like I need to stack to the top Munchies, so I feel hungry Coat on, shoes on, then I go back to the shop Call up mumsie Talk 'bout all of this new music that I actually got Told her straight, "When I drop this, no buts or ifs I'm straight to the top" [Outro] Can't wait 'til I get my ratings This shit right here's my statement I was in LA was Sam in Feb' Just lookin' at the views, that's breathtakin' No chorus, bridge or intro Respect my name, I've been cold Yeah, I made this beat and I mixed this song So get out my face, you dildo