Lyrics

Verse 1- Windows down in that mali' Only in the chevy no Pontiacs Zone 6 where they found me, spittin' that flow that insomniac Ride out, I'm on the road to my dreams I ain't got no time for procrastinating Niggas waste time, I don't feel that shit, I ain't got no time for no masturbation uh I got shit to prove, shit to lose, shit to choose, I got a fam to make proud accounts to fill Turn 19 tryna make 19 mill, Fuck Yo Favorite Rapper yeah I say I'm a lil too bold for that, but, nigga I don't really play around No seesaw in a cul-de-sac yeah Hook- Where ya' goin', where ya' goin' lil nigga Oh you got big dreams, better show it lil' nigga Tomorrow ain't promised, living for today So I'm gon' work my ass off and stunt on niggas that said I can't Cuz' I got big moves to make Model hoes to fuck Expensive shit to buy People not to trust (repeat) Verse 2- To the top I come like a condom tip I'll remind a bitch, I'm the best to do it, no stressing to it, nigga I'm the shit, uh I started recording at 14, I'm 19 I jus' got great Years passed, gotta' get off my ass no time for mistakes no time to wait Everyday is a repeat, what the fuck is happening Putting in work in the studio, all this mix and mastering Fuck Yo' Favorite Rapper, middle finger bitch I'm better Fuck whoever, you step up, you'll get defeated, will get severed I got beat down, rejected, flexed on, ridiculed Abandoned, shits pitiful, so many times that were critical Promises that people made, them shits were broken ain't fall through, so don't be mad if you bullshit and I got ya' number and don't call you I don't really fuck wit' alotta people, squares outta' my circle FCOE five ring shit, I got a ill crew now that's king shit Weight on my shoulders, money all on my mental You don't know what I been through But I'm on point like a pencil *inspirational speech*