Rapper from a small town with dreams of going global
They don't see the point but I still remain the focal
Want my own label, want to live my life a mogul
No need to check it twice, bank teller, "What's the total?"
Money off this wordplay, cash me for a feature
Got gas in the mask, goddamn, I need a breather
Me without a check? Nah, I couldn't see it either
Give up and sell my soul? Nah, I couldn't see it either
I does my own thing, I'm independent
I might have a chance, I got my eye on Taylor Bennett
It ain't about the sound, it's all about how you spend it
Y'all chase that 15 seconds, I'll be staying for a minute, get it?
You niggas ain't playing, I ain't ever passed the ball
You ain't talking rich unless you talking marble walls
I pull up with that thing make a nigga stain his drawls
And if they need a bop, who you think they gonna call
Country side nigga til the day that I die
Lot of rappers in the game, ain't a rapper like I
How you flexin' with a chain that you really ain't buy
How you travel by a plane, but you really ain't fly
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Rapper from a small town with dreams of going platinum
To live and see the day when this album going platinum
Walk in Tom Ford with that card going platinum
Always on time with that Rollie going platinum
First on the chart like when God was making Adam
Me and all my team split the profit like it's atoms
Copping all the coin bank teller gotta add em
And I ain't talking Twitter but I still got at him
He put me on a plane, then he bit my Adam's apple
Flying first class, that's only way that we travel
Beats on my ears with a beat in my ear
If I take a couple shots, I'mma chase it with a beer
I get a lot of shine, leave these niggas in the dark
They wanna take my crown but they ain't got the heart
Yeah, you the Tin Man, tell a nigga play his part
Yeah, you the Tin Man, and you been from the start
I got a big smile, but I'm really no joke
Keep my name out ya mouth, slip my dick in ya throat
Don't forget the jewels, both hands while you stroke
No need to say mo' when it's clear these niggas choke
Shoutout Fayetnam, same city of the G.O.A.T.
I'm talking J. Cole for the ones that don't know
It's North Carolina, where everything's dope
I use to ride the beat, nowadays I just float
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
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Rapper from a small town with dreams of going global
They don't see the point but I still remain the focal
Want my own label, want to live my life a mogul
No need to check it twice, bank teller, "What's the total?"
Money off this wordplay, cash me for a feature
Got gas in the mask, goddamn, I need a breather
Me without a check? Nah, I couldn't see it either
Give up and sell my soul? Nah, I couldn't see it either
I does my own thing, I'm independent
I might have a chance, I got my eye on Taylor Bennett
It ain't about the sound, it's all about how you spend it
Y'all chase that 15 seconds, I'll be staying for a minute, get it?
You niggas ain't playing, I ain't ever passed the ball
You ain't talking rich unless you talking marble walls
I pull up with that thing make a nigga stain his drawls
And if they need a bop, who you think they gonna call
Country side nigga til the day that I die
Lot of rappers in the game, ain't a rapper like I
How you flexin' with a chain that you really ain't buy
How you travel by a plane, but you really ain't fly
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Rapper from a small town with dreams of going platinum
To live and see the day when this album going platinum
Walk in Tom Ford with that card going platinum
Always on time with that Rollie going platinum
First on the chart like when God was making Adam
Me and all my team split the profit like it's atoms
Copping all the coin bank teller gotta add em
And I ain't talking Twitter but I still got at him
He put me on a plane, then he bit my Adam's apple
Flying first class, that's only way that we travel
Beats on my ears with a beat in my ear
If I take a couple shots, I'mma chase it with a beer
I get a lot of shine, leave these niggas in the dark
They wanna take my crown but they ain't got the heart
Yeah, you the Tin Man, tell a nigga play his part
Yeah, you the Tin Man, and you been from the start
I got a big smile, but I'm really no joke
Keep my name out ya mouth, slip my dick in ya throat
Don't forget the jewels, both hands while you stroke
No need to say mo' when it's clear these niggas choke
Shoutout Fayetnam, same city of the G.O.A.T.
I'm talking J. Cole for the ones that don't know
It's North Carolina, where everything's dope
I use to ride the beat, nowadays I just float
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
They don't see the point but I still remain the focal
Want my own label, want to live my life a mogul
No need to check it twice, bank teller, "What's the total?"
Money off this wordplay, cash me for a feature
Got gas in the mask, goddamn, I need a breather
Me without a check? Nah, I couldn't see it either
Give up and sell my soul? Nah, I couldn't see it either
I does my own thing, I'm independent
I might have a chance, I got my eye on Taylor Bennett
It ain't about the sound, it's all about how you spend it
Y'all chase that 15 seconds, I'll be staying for a minute, get it?
You niggas ain't playing, I ain't ever passed the ball
You ain't talking rich unless you talking marble walls
I pull up with that thing make a nigga stain his drawls
And if they need a bop, who you think they gonna call
Country side nigga til the day that I die
Lot of rappers in the game, ain't a rapper like I
How you flexin' with a chain that you really ain't buy
How you travel by a plane, but you really ain't fly
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Rapper from a small town with dreams of going platinum
To live and see the day when this album going platinum
Walk in Tom Ford with that card going platinum
Always on time with that Rollie going platinum
First on the chart like when God was making Adam
Me and all my team split the profit like it's atoms
Copping all the coin bank teller gotta add em
And I ain't talking Twitter but I still got at him
He put me on a plane, then he bit my Adam's apple
Flying first class, that's only way that we travel
Beats on my ears with a beat in my ear
If I take a couple shots, I'mma chase it with a beer
I get a lot of shine, leave these niggas in the dark
They wanna take my crown but they ain't got the heart
Yeah, you the Tin Man, tell a nigga play his part
Yeah, you the Tin Man, and you been from the start
I got a big smile, but I'm really no joke
Keep my name out ya mouth, slip my dick in ya throat
Don't forget the jewels, both hands while you stroke
No need to say mo' when it's clear these niggas choke
Shoutout Fayetnam, same city of the G.O.A.T.
I'm talking J. Cole for the ones that don't know
It's North Carolina, where everything's dope
I use to ride the beat, nowadays I just float
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Gotta stay fly
And I ain't coming down
No down
Writer: Jarrett Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid