2024 I'm not leaving it open for debates
It's only one outcome I'm taking best or worst case
Got a bout a quarter I'mma take it to the face
Gotta play my hand and slam it down with my ace
I wouldn't let 'em front me they can't foot in a race
They thought they had a win but I acquit in any case
Your dogs sharing a bowl
Mine at the table with a plate
The fanciest dinner date
I cant even exaggerate
How far I'm raising the stakes
Then pouring A1 all over
Until it's a different shade
I ain't throwing you any shade
I'll leave that up to the sheas
I was riding on Shea
It bring me back to the fact
I made a couple thousand in a couple million different ways
Ain't no short song about it
It's oven not the microwave
I know they saying "oh, please look at me"
Sounding like the OGs
With the back in my days
I been back in my ways
Let me
Speak to the nonsense I be on when off hypnotic
If you
Mix it with the Henny that's a totally different topic
I'm so
Undecided how I really feel about it
When my
Heart and soul start singing to ballads my conscience
Got a--
Hold up
I got a marketing fee without a degree
It take more than a streaming farm for a label to market me
But that's part of the reason why I'm locked in as can be
Don't step me I box lefty and awkwardly with my feet
Cus I'm Joe Pesci I get testy they often be testing me
Feel like I evolved above the rest still keep revolvers in the seat
Don't get involved with any mess that leave em fallen deceased I--
No I ain't gotta pull it they gone shoot it for me
They gone call it tribute
Steal your signature, I call a forgery
It's hard to keep my focus on the moral of the story
When we ducked off in Pourman's and her friend got the look of the devil
Guess that's why she getting horny
But that's a chapter that's unfinished and it's written in a different story, yeah
Checks come in I get quarterly
I just wrote this off the OG Fusion Dutch and sour deez
Guess I must be going blind cus now I'm seeing double Ds
I just took a swing of luck and look what it afforded me
I could never go back to the life that I had formerly
Used to be disorderly
Now hoes can't keep it short with me
Now I count a couple bucks
And get the Gs like Giannis's team
Now I got more than a chunk
Of what I wanted when I dream
I ain't gotta swerve the sport
Ain't got no potholes in the street, I--
Plan to make a billion or some more 'fore I'm complete
2024 I'm not leaving it open for debates
It's only one outcome I'm taking best or worst case
Got a bout a quarter I'mma take it to the face
Gotta play my hand and slam it down with my ace
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2024 I'm not leaving it open for debates
It's only one outcome I'm taking best or worst case
Got a bout a quarter I'mma take it to the face
Gotta play my hand and slam it down with my ace
I wouldn't let 'em front me they can't foot in a race
They thought they had a win but I acquit in any case
Your dogs sharing a bowl
Mine at the table with a plate
The fanciest dinner date
I cant even exaggerate
How far I'm raising the stakes
Then pouring A1 all over
Until it's a different shade
I ain't throwing you any shade
I'll leave that up to the sheas
I was riding on Shea
It bring me back to the fact
I made a couple thousand in a couple million different ways
Ain't no short song about it
It's oven not the microwave
I know they saying "oh, please look at me"
Sounding like the OGs
With the back in my days
I been back in my ways
Let me
Speak to the nonsense I be on when off hypnotic
If you
Mix it with the Henny that's a totally different topic
I'm so
Undecided how I really feel about it
When my
Heart and soul start singing to ballads my conscience
Got a--
Hold up
I got a marketing fee without a degree
It take more than a streaming farm for a label to market me
But that's part of the reason why I'm locked in as can be
Don't step me I box lefty and awkwardly with my feet
Cus I'm Joe Pesci I get testy they often be testing me
Feel like I evolved above the rest still keep revolvers in the seat
Don't get involved with any mess that leave em fallen deceased I--
No I ain't gotta pull it they gone shoot it for me
They gone call it tribute
Steal your signature, I call a forgery
It's hard to keep my focus on the moral of the story
When we ducked off in Pourman's and her friend got the look of the devil
Guess that's why she getting horny
But that's a chapter that's unfinished and it's written in a different story, yeah
Checks come in I get quarterly
I just wrote this off the OG Fusion Dutch and sour deez
Guess I must be going blind cus now I'm seeing double Ds
I just took a swing of luck and look what it afforded me
I could never go back to the life that I had formerly
Used to be disorderly
Now hoes can't keep it short with me
Now I count a couple bucks
And get the Gs like Giannis's team
Now I got more than a chunk
Of what I wanted when I dream
I ain't gotta swerve the sport
Ain't got no potholes in the street, I--
Plan to make a billion or some more 'fore I'm complete
2024 I'm not leaving it open for debates
It's only one outcome I'm taking best or worst case
Got a bout a quarter I'mma take it to the face
Gotta play my hand and slam it down with my ace
It's only one outcome I'm taking best or worst case
Got a bout a quarter I'mma take it to the face
Gotta play my hand and slam it down with my ace
I wouldn't let 'em front me they can't foot in a race
They thought they had a win but I acquit in any case
Your dogs sharing a bowl
Mine at the table with a plate
The fanciest dinner date
I cant even exaggerate
How far I'm raising the stakes
Then pouring A1 all over
Until it's a different shade
I ain't throwing you any shade
I'll leave that up to the sheas
I was riding on Shea
It bring me back to the fact
I made a couple thousand in a couple million different ways
Ain't no short song about it
It's oven not the microwave
I know they saying "oh, please look at me"
Sounding like the OGs
With the back in my days
I been back in my ways
Let me
Speak to the nonsense I be on when off hypnotic
If you
Mix it with the Henny that's a totally different topic
I'm so
Undecided how I really feel about it
When my
Heart and soul start singing to ballads my conscience
Got a--
Hold up
I got a marketing fee without a degree
It take more than a streaming farm for a label to market me
But that's part of the reason why I'm locked in as can be
Don't step me I box lefty and awkwardly with my feet
Cus I'm Joe Pesci I get testy they often be testing me
Feel like I evolved above the rest still keep revolvers in the seat
Don't get involved with any mess that leave em fallen deceased I--
No I ain't gotta pull it they gone shoot it for me
They gone call it tribute
Steal your signature, I call a forgery
It's hard to keep my focus on the moral of the story
When we ducked off in Pourman's and her friend got the look of the devil
Guess that's why she getting horny
But that's a chapter that's unfinished and it's written in a different story, yeah
Checks come in I get quarterly
I just wrote this off the OG Fusion Dutch and sour deez
Guess I must be going blind cus now I'm seeing double Ds
I just took a swing of luck and look what it afforded me
I could never go back to the life that I had formerly
Used to be disorderly
Now hoes can't keep it short with me
Now I count a couple bucks
And get the Gs like Giannis's team
Now I got more than a chunk
Of what I wanted when I dream
I ain't gotta swerve the sport
Ain't got no potholes in the street, I--
Plan to make a billion or some more 'fore I'm complete
2024 I'm not leaving it open for debates
It's only one outcome I'm taking best or worst case
Got a bout a quarter I'mma take it to the face
Gotta play my hand and slam it down with my ace
Writer: Anthony Williams II
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