Oh I heard you talk about me
It ain’t nothin new
Understand why they might doubt me
I ain’t showed my face
Prolly learned to live without me
Ask Win-du like Mace
I got hype like Ronda Rousey
I’m obsessed
I can’t rest
Cuz I’m tryna be the best
What is sleep
We just eat
Make some money then repeat
Need a lot
Need a plot
Without fans
Who be bought
Need my music
Like the stars
At the top
Imma go Connect the Dots
The dot
The dot
The dot
Dots
In the stars
I sketch out
I see my thoughts
And gotta get em I can’t rest now
So I go zombie
Mixed wit Gandhi
Build tsunami
I want money
So I’m working till morning
This the warning
That I can not let my fans down
If your hand down
That’s a man down
So
Put em up
Put em up
If you don’t give a fk
Put em up
To the sky
Im to smoke ta high
I could fking fly
Like a bird
Or a plane
Oh no that’s
T.A.Y
I’m the guy
D.I.Y
If you text and no reply
Just know I’m bout my business and here’s some reasons why
I need ta run with four-five hoes
Not for me
But for my bros
Who all looped
So they all know
If ones cut
Then they all go
Imma get mine
Then go get mo
Of the peace, love, and the dough
And just let that go ta show
Everything else just come and go
I am more than what you see
Ice BE the R ta G
I give what you give me
And what you get’s what you see
I can’t be someone I’m not
And change up at every spots
I sit back and craft a plot
Then just go connect the dots
The dot
The dot
The dot
Dots
In the stars
I sketch out
I see my thoughts
And gotta get em I can’t rest now
So I go zombie
Mixed wit Gandhi
Build tsunami
I want money
So I’m working till morning
This the warning
That I can not let my fans down
If your hand down
That’s a man down
So
Put em up
Put em up
If you don’t give a fk
Put em up
I touch down
Right when I touch down
I go make a sound
It’s a hit
If we lit
And
We still get down
What I’ve found
Building this st from the ground
Is that people come around
Who are lost
But never found
So I
Put em up
I need ta run with four-five hoes
Not for me
But for my bros
Who all looped
So they all know
If ones cut
Then they all go
Imma get mine
Then go get mo
Of the peace, love, and the dough
And just let that go ta show
Everything else just come and go
I am more than what you see
Ice BE the R ta G
I give what you give me
And what you get’s what you see
I can’t be someone I’m not
And change up at every spots
I sit back and craft a plot
Then just go connect the dots
Mood setta
Truth Vetta
I’m ac-pella
Live cella
This the warning
The storm formin’
Jordan scorin’
Rain pouring
It ain’t nothin new
Understand why they might doubt me
I ain’t showed my face
Prolly learned to live without me
Ask Win-du like Mace
I got hype like Ronda Rousey
I’m obsessed
I can’t rest
Cuz I’m tryna be the best
What is sleep
We just eat
Make some money then repeat
Need a lot
Need a plot
Without fans
Who be bought
Need my music
Like the stars
At the top
Imma go Connect the Dots
The dot
The dot
The dot
Dots
In the stars
I sketch out
I see my thoughts
And gotta get em I can’t rest now
So I go zombie
Mixed wit Gandhi
Build tsunami
I want money
So I’m working till morning
This the warning
That I can not let my fans down
If your hand down
That’s a man down
So
Put em up
Put em up
If you don’t give a fk
Put em up
To the sky
Im to smoke ta high
I could fking fly
Like a bird
Or a plane
Oh no that’s
T.A.Y
I’m the guy
D.I.Y
If you text and no reply
Just know I’m bout my business and here’s some reasons why
I need ta run with four-five hoes
Not for me
But for my bros
Who all looped
So they all know
If ones cut
Then they all go
Imma get mine
Then go get mo
Of the peace, love, and the dough
And just let that go ta show
Everything else just come and go
I am more than what you see
Ice BE the R ta G
I give what you give me
And what you get’s what you see
I can’t be someone I’m not
And change up at every spots
I sit back and craft a plot
Then just go connect the dots
The dot
The dot
The dot
Dots
In the stars
I sketch out
I see my thoughts
And gotta get em I can’t rest now
So I go zombie
Mixed wit Gandhi
Build tsunami
I want money
So I’m working till morning
This the warning
That I can not let my fans down
If your hand down
That’s a man down
So
Put em up
Put em up
If you don’t give a fk
Put em up
I touch down
Right when I touch down
I go make a sound
It’s a hit
If we lit
And
We still get down
What I’ve found
Building this st from the ground
Is that people come around
Who are lost
But never found
So I
Put em up
I need ta run with four-five hoes
Not for me
But for my bros
Who all looped
So they all know
If ones cut
Then they all go
Imma get mine
Then go get mo
Of the peace, love, and the dough
And just let that go ta show
Everything else just come and go
I am more than what you see
Ice BE the R ta G
I give what you give me
And what you get’s what you see
I can’t be someone I’m not
And change up at every spots
I sit back and craft a plot
Then just go connect the dots
Mood setta
Truth Vetta
I’m ac-pella
Live cella
This the warning
The storm formin’
Jordan scorin’
Rain pouring
( Tay White )
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