Lyrics:
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
petrified
In my zone, got the spark I'm not mortified
I'm a Master in this thing I'm certified
Verified by the youth got the recognition
Made this whole thing
Surrounded by people that don't feel the same
Still hustlin for that bread
They say the great die young
Means that soon I'll be dead
Check
Lets make them
To stay the fuck away from Trae
When the fuck, these niggas gon learn
I've been the realest thang
That done came in they life
And it hurt me daily to turn
building my muscle in this game
I've been ready to play Yeah
See I'm that lame underdog
And with the pen and pad I'm a bully
Ain't nothin new to see
When I
wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinkin'
'cause we see a light
Fuck it, I've been thuggin' and lovin' this since a lil nigga
Middle school, sixth grade, that's when I got my first Pistol
Hustlin' and puppin' like
Cause I'm eternal I've been given too many blessings to claim
Balaclava papí so all you see is the fangs
Phantom of the function the spook who sat
the shit now
Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down
Get it clown? You done started something
I put it down, and you just started hustlin
to stay, and I'm gonna climb,
So get ready for the ride, and watch me take flight,
Xelents in the building, and I'm shining so bright.
I've been grinding
like in Queens ya heard me
I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky
I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler
(go get
hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I've seen it done
Fat boy you
been on YouTube for four years now
That will show them that I'm good at what I do
Who is King J Style Well, let's find out
I've been doin' this for
of Hin'
No hatin' in my game cause I'm playin' to win
Now, niggas need to know I've
Been a G since six
Breakin' fools off when they step
Up in my mix
Catch
this pain that you feelin' 'cause it's only to test ya
Drama, I've been in since I left the wooms of my momma
Still trynna cope wit situations left
given was pain
That I could spit over beats
So guerilla on his last leg
Watching time fly by
Over and over and deep inside
Forever wonder why
Trae never
The road to glory tends to take a lot away
Carpe Diem, seize the day, I'm seizing everything
Getting it by any means, you'll have to bury me
Before I
My heart is beating so fast
Cause life's a race and I been running for so long man
I been praying to my lord and saviour please don't let it go bad
Cause we with all the foolery N****
You can tell that I've been on my boss sh**
and we finna blow up like it's Boston on God.
I take em back
bitch
That scarf or a neck brace
Don't make you any cooler
Been broke since I've seen you
Dial it, hit up my jeweller
You need a microscope to measure it
Hustlin' all year, I've been tryna eat these meals
You been my main focus, think I’m head over heels
Showing you the good life, taking you round the hills
droppin on the dime
Said you get it flipping you get it record time
Feel it I deal it you know its time to peel back cause
I've taken alot I'll peel your
Tryna assassinate a nigga cuz you know I'm presidential
Tryna take me out who told you I'm the general
I've been a problem from the start and you
jumped off that porch
Looked up to them hustlin' niggas, I wasn't that good on the court Momma ain't know I was trappin', skipping school, movin' that
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