Straight up out the 918 I knew I'd be great
I done dealt with some hate but I know my fate
So many fakes, mow the grass, cut the snakes
Pulling bitches like I'm Drake, shawty got some cake
I'm a legend in the making, I don't care who's hating
In the studio blazing, racks what I'm chasing
Every track I'm flaming I don't plan on failing
Pictures I be painting with the words I'm saying
Skirt, Skirt, Skirt
In the Mustang I'm racing
I wanna bad bitch but I'm too impatient
Destined to make it baby I can't be waiting
Swear to God my heart been aching
So many bitches out here faking
Heart's so cold it's been vacant
Only so much pain I can take in
My heart's gone, it's like it's been taken
But I'm ballin, like I'm f*cking Michael Jordan
Tre Brown rocking Jordan's, up in Norman
Hustling hard for my family, tryna make a fortune
Cooking up raps late, call me George Foreman
Cooking in the kitchen tryna get this guap
Grinding for my fam, I can't ever stop
Word on the street, my new shit is hot
Next thing you know ima be on top
Killing the game and I'm only nineteen
Mamba mentality like I'm Kobe Bean
Getting bags, cause I'm all about my green
Selling packs, for some cash to the f*cking fiens
Soon as I get a bae treat her like a queen
Popping in my city ever since I hit the scene
Day by day, numbers up, I've been getting streams
Achieving all my goals, do it by any means
Friends of me that have turned into enemies
Was on my team, now I see that they envy me
Got remedies to deal with broken memories
Got tendencies of a GOAT, this my destiny
All the haters that I got tell them Rest In Peace
Six car garage, yeah I gotta couple keys
Re-up coming in, bitch I bought 14 G's
Smoking on that gas dummy, got that sour d
And I'm balling out crazy like I'm MVP
F*ck these hoes, I don't give them my energy
Ima hustler, Ima dog, Patrick Beverley
I've been smoking on this tree, do it medically
Ima be the GOAT and y'all just hate it
I got too much confidence, you could never break
I don't f*ck with none these bitches cause they all just basic
One the best up and coming, it's bout time you face it
I can't wait for the day I can say I made
Did this on my own, I was never aided
One the best in the game, it's bout time I claim
Swear to God I'm the realest, I could never fake it
Jacob Counsil - 918 Lyrics
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Straight up out the 918 I knew I'd be great
I done dealt with some hate but I know my fate
So many fakes, mow the grass, cut the snakes
Pulling bitches like I'm Drake, shawty got some cake
I'm a legend in the making, I don't care who's hating
In the studio blazing, racks what I'm chasing
Every track I'm flaming I don't plan on failing
Pictures I be painting with the words I'm saying
Skirt, Skirt, Skirt
In the Mustang I'm racing
I wanna bad bitch but I'm too impatient
Destined to make it baby I can't be waiting
Swear to God my heart been aching
So many bitches out here faking
Heart's so cold it's been vacant
Only so much pain I can take in
My heart's gone, it's like it's been taken
But I'm ballin, like I'm f*cking Michael Jordan
Tre Brown rocking Jordan's, up in Norman
Hustling hard for my family, tryna make a fortune
Cooking up raps late, call me George Foreman
Cooking in the kitchen tryna get this guap
Grinding for my fam, I can't ever stop
Word on the street, my new shit is hot
Next thing you know ima be on top
Killing the game and I'm only nineteen
Mamba mentality like I'm Kobe Bean
Getting bags, cause I'm all about my green
Selling packs, for some cash to the f*cking fiens
Soon as I get a bae treat her like a queen
Popping in my city ever since I hit the scene
Day by day, numbers up, I've been getting streams
Achieving all my goals, do it by any means
Friends of me that have turned into enemies
Was on my team, now I see that they envy me
Got remedies to deal with broken memories
Got tendencies of a GOAT, this my destiny
All the haters that I got tell them Rest In Peace
Six car garage, yeah I gotta couple keys
Re-up coming in, bitch I bought 14 G's
Smoking on that gas dummy, got that sour d
And I'm balling out crazy like I'm MVP
F*ck these hoes, I don't give them my energy
Ima hustler, Ima dog, Patrick Beverley
I've been smoking on this tree, do it medically
Ima be the GOAT and y'all just hate it
I got too much confidence, you could never break
I don't f*ck with none these bitches cause they all just basic
One the best up and coming, it's bout time you face it
I can't wait for the day I can say I made
Did this on my own, I was never aided
One the best in the game, it's bout time I claim
Swear to God I'm the realest, I could never fake it
I done dealt with some hate but I know my fate
So many fakes, mow the grass, cut the snakes
Pulling bitches like I'm Drake, shawty got some cake
I'm a legend in the making, I don't care who's hating
In the studio blazing, racks what I'm chasing
Every track I'm flaming I don't plan on failing
Pictures I be painting with the words I'm saying
Skirt, Skirt, Skirt
In the Mustang I'm racing
I wanna bad bitch but I'm too impatient
Destined to make it baby I can't be waiting
Swear to God my heart been aching
So many bitches out here faking
Heart's so cold it's been vacant
Only so much pain I can take in
My heart's gone, it's like it's been taken
But I'm ballin, like I'm f*cking Michael Jordan
Tre Brown rocking Jordan's, up in Norman
Hustling hard for my family, tryna make a fortune
Cooking up raps late, call me George Foreman
Cooking in the kitchen tryna get this guap
Grinding for my fam, I can't ever stop
Word on the street, my new shit is hot
Next thing you know ima be on top
Killing the game and I'm only nineteen
Mamba mentality like I'm Kobe Bean
Getting bags, cause I'm all about my green
Selling packs, for some cash to the f*cking fiens
Soon as I get a bae treat her like a queen
Popping in my city ever since I hit the scene
Day by day, numbers up, I've been getting streams
Achieving all my goals, do it by any means
Friends of me that have turned into enemies
Was on my team, now I see that they envy me
Got remedies to deal with broken memories
Got tendencies of a GOAT, this my destiny
All the haters that I got tell them Rest In Peace
Six car garage, yeah I gotta couple keys
Re-up coming in, bitch I bought 14 G's
Smoking on that gas dummy, got that sour d
And I'm balling out crazy like I'm MVP
F*ck these hoes, I don't give them my energy
Ima hustler, Ima dog, Patrick Beverley
I've been smoking on this tree, do it medically
Ima be the GOAT and y'all just hate it
I got too much confidence, you could never break
I don't f*ck with none these bitches cause they all just basic
One the best up and coming, it's bout time you face it
I can't wait for the day I can say I made
Did this on my own, I was never aided
One the best in the game, it's bout time I claim
Swear to God I'm the realest, I could never fake it
Writer: Jacob Counsil
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