Yo, is this thing on
Yeah, yeah, turn it up, turn it up
I'm trying to go raw with this shit, wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Use the SM7
Yeah, like that real one
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yea
Walk up in that bitch like you the flyest in the room
Confidence sky high, like you are off the f*cking shrooms
Shy high bumping in the whip independent films
Real underground shit is what I'm tipped into
You may catch me outside, but mostly grinding the stu
Cooking different recipes till the one that break through
Try to make myself something more than once in a blue moon
Bumpin' daily in the whip when they go vroom vroom
I don't need a number one spot
Ten garage lot or a big ass yacht
I just need enough to self sustain
Making music everyday
They say do what you love for a living
Music got to be the only way
Tryna be bicoastal, tour the world and deliver just like the f*cking post do
Fans from Trinidad and Tobago, as long as I got em
As long as I got em, then I'ma be me
From the beginning to the end, I make music for my well being
F*ck anybody, except the people to see the vision
Plenty people in the world steady tryna make incisions in the heart
But I slice em down just like Zabuza swinging his blade
Full Cowling 100 Percent
One for all to your f*cking face
Smoke screen in the bitch and then I'm out without a trace
Smoking on your album got me fu- uh
Catch me in Japan
I be drifting up with DK or in my backyard, chilling, sipping on that bubbly
Looking at the sky, at the stars, cause this life is f*cking lovely
Any day your living on this planet is a good day
Chilling with the fam, cause my teenage years I was always working
Just tryna get the moolah, but my face was always stone cold
Like I stared at Medusa
Sleeve deprived
School all day
And work untill the sun down
Hard working motherf*cker
Can't name a single person I know that work harder than me
I treat everyday like the last quarter
Gotta get the buzzer beat
Gotta make it when it counts
Gotta make the three
Rise up
Shoot
Score
That's the victory
Yeah
That's the victory
That's the victory
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English
Yo, is this thing on
Yeah, yeah, turn it up, turn it up
I'm trying to go raw with this shit, wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Use the SM7
Yeah, like that real one
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yea
Walk up in that bitch like you the flyest in the room
Confidence sky high, like you are off the f*cking shrooms
Shy high bumping in the whip independent films
Real underground shit is what I'm tipped into
You may catch me outside, but mostly grinding the stu
Cooking different recipes till the one that break through
Try to make myself something more than once in a blue moon
Bumpin' daily in the whip when they go vroom vroom
I don't need a number one spot
Ten garage lot or a big ass yacht
I just need enough to self sustain
Making music everyday
They say do what you love for a living
Music got to be the only way
Tryna be bicoastal, tour the world and deliver just like the f*cking post do
Fans from Trinidad and Tobago, as long as I got em
As long as I got em, then I'ma be me
From the beginning to the end, I make music for my well being
F*ck anybody, except the people to see the vision
Plenty people in the world steady tryna make incisions in the heart
But I slice em down just like Zabuza swinging his blade
Full Cowling 100 Percent
One for all to your f*cking face
Smoke screen in the bitch and then I'm out without a trace
Smoking on your album got me fu- uh
Catch me in Japan
I be drifting up with DK or in my backyard, chilling, sipping on that bubbly
Looking at the sky, at the stars, cause this life is f*cking lovely
Any day your living on this planet is a good day
Chilling with the fam, cause my teenage years I was always working
Just tryna get the moolah, but my face was always stone cold
Like I stared at Medusa
Sleeve deprived
School all day
And work untill the sun down
Hard working motherf*cker
Can't name a single person I know that work harder than me
I treat everyday like the last quarter
Gotta get the buzzer beat
Gotta make it when it counts
Gotta make the three
Rise up
Shoot
Score
That's the victory
Yeah
That's the victory
That's the victory
Yeah, yeah, turn it up, turn it up
I'm trying to go raw with this shit, wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Use the SM7
Yeah, like that real one
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yea
Walk up in that bitch like you the flyest in the room
Confidence sky high, like you are off the f*cking shrooms
Shy high bumping in the whip independent films
Real underground shit is what I'm tipped into
You may catch me outside, but mostly grinding the stu
Cooking different recipes till the one that break through
Try to make myself something more than once in a blue moon
Bumpin' daily in the whip when they go vroom vroom
I don't need a number one spot
Ten garage lot or a big ass yacht
I just need enough to self sustain
Making music everyday
They say do what you love for a living
Music got to be the only way
Tryna be bicoastal, tour the world and deliver just like the f*cking post do
Fans from Trinidad and Tobago, as long as I got em
As long as I got em, then I'ma be me
From the beginning to the end, I make music for my well being
F*ck anybody, except the people to see the vision
Plenty people in the world steady tryna make incisions in the heart
But I slice em down just like Zabuza swinging his blade
Full Cowling 100 Percent
One for all to your f*cking face
Smoke screen in the bitch and then I'm out without a trace
Smoking on your album got me fu- uh
Catch me in Japan
I be drifting up with DK or in my backyard, chilling, sipping on that bubbly
Looking at the sky, at the stars, cause this life is f*cking lovely
Any day your living on this planet is a good day
Chilling with the fam, cause my teenage years I was always working
Just tryna get the moolah, but my face was always stone cold
Like I stared at Medusa
Sleeve deprived
School all day
And work untill the sun down
Hard working motherf*cker
Can't name a single person I know that work harder than me
I treat everyday like the last quarter
Gotta get the buzzer beat
Gotta make it when it counts
Gotta make the three
Rise up
Shoot
Score
That's the victory
Yeah
That's the victory
That's the victory
Writer: Nicholas Maggi
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