[Verse 1: Ordinary Jay]
I remember when a blogger said I'd never make it
All that did was increase my drive and my motivation
Dedicated to putting on and getting paid
And leaving a legacy more jordan and less james
Achieving Jordan greatness receiving bron hate
Lebron 9's I got em in every color way
550? Gimme them aqua 8's
I have a problem spending my momma tell me to save
For jay's we vanity slaves are master is the master card
We just swipe money we haven't made
Well Charge that one to the game, gotta be fresh to death
But walk the hood in some foams you gettin slain
They snatching yo chain, taking yo wallet
Mo money mo problems word to christopher wallace I got big plans
Visions of jumping off stage into the crowd
Getting money doing shows everything we dream about cause
The hooks is Mayweather 16's is pacqiao
Ny beat for the venue and I'm sure to pack the house
You put that all together and you know what that breeds
The # 1 event that everybody wanna see
Word to me, failure isn't an option
Ny ain't karl malone, and I ain't john stockton
See Ny can play Jordan, and I can play Rodman
As long as I'm getting chips then I just don't see the problem
So every day I'm focused on increasing my position
Writing verses in compositions to beat the opposition
The flow progressing everyday I'm truly gifted
It has to cause music's my meal ticket, and lately I been
Feeling like fab, there is no competition
Your funeral is coming your grave I'm already digging
I swear, I am the realest spitting
You live in a dream world them stories you telling fiction
Music is my addiction, I swear it gets me lifted
Used to be at the bottom now my position shifted
See it just a business so I'm all about my digits
Got my eyes on a million I'm plotting on how to get it
And trust me I'mma get it by any means
Tunnel vision ignoring critics cause I believe
That it's my time to be heard
And until the day I'm 6 feet under Earth
I promise to put every verse in a hearse…Church
[Bridge: Kanye West sample] "I don't give a fuck about..uh a nigga trying classify me as a producer. My beats was wack at one point dog. I wasn't always having hot beats, I learned how to make beats..I'm focusing on rhyming now and I'mma be the fucking best...& I got a one up cause' I just hear my beats first"
[Verse 2: Nyrell]
Once we broke up it started coming together
Was out of place for a while
These placements made it better
I'm focused on this chedda'
Stacking it to the ceiling
Tunnel vision to a billion cause I owe my ma some millions
Dead them scratch off's count on a youngin that's gon get it
22 years young and I rose from them humble beginnings
Everyone is witness, everyone is a critic, everybody want it all
But nobody work to get it
I roll my sleeves up and get to work, I'm bout my business
Lord that boy gifted, they been sleepin' yell mayday
Praises to the most high…damiete
I been in the lab on my craft like a sensei
Zen-like focus life so golden
I cherish every minute got no time to be hopeless
I'm grinding for a better tomorrow, what can I say?
It ain't sunny at all but yet they still throw shade
Kids toting guns cause' they scared to catch fade
They'll give you a caesar et tu brute
Na this ain't no play, these kids don't even play
Not a soul on the court on the sunniest of days
That boy got potential but he slackin' on his game
Facing made L's now he slackin' with his grades
Got caught up in the lane took a charge he in a bad spot
Moms stressed out gettin' hacked she takin' foul shots
I'm from a bad block, please say a prayer
Learned from others mistakes that's how the streets raised us
I Thank my lord & savior for showing me the right path
Some called it lame in high school why? I never cut class
See I ain't hit the weed, ain't no ink on me
I was always on these beats which is gives me that give me that last laugh
So have them 4 years i'll take now til infinity
Ordinary cool bitch we bout to make history
I remember when a blogger said I'd never make it
All that did was increase my drive and my motivation
Dedicated to putting on and getting paid
And leaving a legacy more jordan and less james
Achieving Jordan greatness receiving bron hate
Lebron 9's I got em in every color way
550? Gimme them aqua 8's
I have a problem spending my momma tell me to save
For jay's we vanity slaves are master is the master card
We just swipe money we haven't made
Well Charge that one to the game, gotta be fresh to death
But walk the hood in some foams you gettin slain
They snatching yo chain, taking yo wallet
Mo money mo problems word to christopher wallace I got big plans
Visions of jumping off stage into the crowd
Getting money doing shows everything we dream about cause
The hooks is Mayweather 16's is pacqiao
Ny beat for the venue and I'm sure to pack the house
You put that all together and you know what that breeds
The # 1 event that everybody wanna see
Word to me, failure isn't an option
Ny ain't karl malone, and I ain't john stockton
See Ny can play Jordan, and I can play Rodman
As long as I'm getting chips then I just don't see the problem
So every day I'm focused on increasing my position
Writing verses in compositions to beat the opposition
The flow progressing everyday I'm truly gifted
It has to cause music's my meal ticket, and lately I been
Feeling like fab, there is no competition
Your funeral is coming your grave I'm already digging
I swear, I am the realest spitting
You live in a dream world them stories you telling fiction
Music is my addiction, I swear it gets me lifted
Used to be at the bottom now my position shifted
See it just a business so I'm all about my digits
Got my eyes on a million I'm plotting on how to get it
And trust me I'mma get it by any means
Tunnel vision ignoring critics cause I believe
That it's my time to be heard
And until the day I'm 6 feet under Earth
I promise to put every verse in a hearse…Church
[Bridge: Kanye West sample] "I don't give a fuck about..uh a nigga trying classify me as a producer. My beats was wack at one point dog. I wasn't always having hot beats, I learned how to make beats..I'm focusing on rhyming now and I'mma be the fucking best...& I got a one up cause' I just hear my beats first"
[Verse 2: Nyrell]
Once we broke up it started coming together
Was out of place for a while
These placements made it better
I'm focused on this chedda'
Stacking it to the ceiling
Tunnel vision to a billion cause I owe my ma some millions
Dead them scratch off's count on a youngin that's gon get it
22 years young and I rose from them humble beginnings
Everyone is witness, everyone is a critic, everybody want it all
But nobody work to get it
I roll my sleeves up and get to work, I'm bout my business
Lord that boy gifted, they been sleepin' yell mayday
Praises to the most high…damiete
I been in the lab on my craft like a sensei
Zen-like focus life so golden
I cherish every minute got no time to be hopeless
I'm grinding for a better tomorrow, what can I say?
It ain't sunny at all but yet they still throw shade
Kids toting guns cause' they scared to catch fade
They'll give you a caesar et tu brute
Na this ain't no play, these kids don't even play
Not a soul on the court on the sunniest of days
That boy got potential but he slackin' on his game
Facing made L's now he slackin' with his grades
Got caught up in the lane took a charge he in a bad spot
Moms stressed out gettin' hacked she takin' foul shots
I'm from a bad block, please say a prayer
Learned from others mistakes that's how the streets raised us
I Thank my lord & savior for showing me the right path
Some called it lame in high school why? I never cut class
See I ain't hit the weed, ain't no ink on me
I was always on these beats which is gives me that give me that last laugh
So have them 4 years i'll take now til infinity
Ordinary cool bitch we bout to make history
( Ordinary Cool )
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