Let me take you back, way back up in chat
Had this dream of getting racks that would stack to the ceiling
Wrote a bunch of raps, tryna put us on the map
Hoping that they would slap, so that everybody feel it
Grinding for that cap, but the Math made no sense
Skipping class for that paper, no diploma couldn't fill it
Working at the barbershop for 25 a week
Got a Mic and like Jordan, man I went and made a killing
Shit is real, Macon boy tryna make a mill
We was struggling to get a meal with them bills up in mail
Sallie Mae knocking at our door
Cause the B.S. was some BS they be selling, either way we gone prevail
2019 my year, man you can put that on the motherf*cking bail
Got a lot of things I can't tell, getting out my shell
If I keep at it, ain't no way that I can fail
MC be cooking, no kitchen, I'm whipping that recipe
Reach and I teach, and of course they be testing me
The ones that hate, be the main ones obsessed with me
I'm just warming up, you ain't seen the best of me
And when it hits, nobody can save ya, independent but I'm still swinging like I'm major
Undergrad but I passed the bar, second thought I might have to raise it cause this is what they
Want
I've been working all day long, tryna right my wrongs
It's signed and sealed, I don't, got no time to chill, Imma grind until my shine is gone
When it's all set and and done and they call me the one
They gone ask me "nigga, how the spotlight feel"
And imma go and tell em everything that we own
Every song that we make is like a highlight reel
Four, years that I've done this, and I got, more, waves on swim, no sand
I'm sure Never selling out, come see what's in store
You may got the battle but I'm bout to win the war
Oh you think that you hot now? Got a few clicks on your song, so you pop now?
Lyrics too vanilla, so you iced from the top down?
Got a few loans, so you think you got a pot now?
Let's be real for a second, you gone be in second
If I'm in the running Perhaps your collapse will be later
But trust me I know that it's coming
I took a year off and I doubled your numbers, I did you a favor
I'm too complex for you, we move so loud, let me turn down the Fader
Better go pray to your savior
They can't see the sights I see, I'm up at State
And my plate been doing right by me, Ain't gotta pay for my plays
I just find my beast stay on my Ps and Qs, and count my Cs, in twos
They tried to kill me, but I refuse
All I ever do is win, so I can't lose
I'm crass, I'm cool, and I do not abide by rules
I'm crashing, dashing, passing all you one night fools
I've had it, y'all just be way too average
Living like you way too lavish
Talking bout the same old things
Cause there ain't no range in your brain, that's way too tragic
Now you sitting pretty saying that I can't take you
But you know I'll beat you till your motherf*cking face blue
I could be in grade school I would still replace you
I ain't gotta worry bout it tho cause this is what they
Want
I've been working all day long, tryna right my wrongs
It's signed and sealed, I don't, got no time to chill, Imma grind until my shine is gone
When it's all set and and done and they call me the one
They gone ask me "nigga, how the spotlight feel"
And imma go and tell em everything that we own
Every song that we make is like a highlight reel
Spencer the MC - Highlight Reel Lyrics
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Let me take you back, way back up in chat
Had this dream of getting racks that would stack to the ceiling
Wrote a bunch of raps, tryna put us on the map
Hoping that they would slap, so that everybody feel it
Grinding for that cap, but the Math made no sense
Skipping class for that paper, no diploma couldn't fill it
Working at the barbershop for 25 a week
Got a Mic and like Jordan, man I went and made a killing
Shit is real, Macon boy tryna make a mill
We was struggling to get a meal with them bills up in mail
Sallie Mae knocking at our door
Cause the B.S. was some BS they be selling, either way we gone prevail
2019 my year, man you can put that on the motherf*cking bail
Got a lot of things I can't tell, getting out my shell
If I keep at it, ain't no way that I can fail
MC be cooking, no kitchen, I'm whipping that recipe
Reach and I teach, and of course they be testing me
The ones that hate, be the main ones obsessed with me
I'm just warming up, you ain't seen the best of me
And when it hits, nobody can save ya, independent but I'm still swinging like I'm major
Undergrad but I passed the bar, second thought I might have to raise it cause this is what they
Want
I've been working all day long, tryna right my wrongs
It's signed and sealed, I don't, got no time to chill, Imma grind until my shine is gone
When it's all set and and done and they call me the one
They gone ask me "nigga, how the spotlight feel"
And imma go and tell em everything that we own
Every song that we make is like a highlight reel
Four, years that I've done this, and I got, more, waves on swim, no sand
I'm sure Never selling out, come see what's in store
You may got the battle but I'm bout to win the war
Oh you think that you hot now? Got a few clicks on your song, so you pop now?
Lyrics too vanilla, so you iced from the top down?
Got a few loans, so you think you got a pot now?
Let's be real for a second, you gone be in second
If I'm in the running Perhaps your collapse will be later
But trust me I know that it's coming
I took a year off and I doubled your numbers, I did you a favor
I'm too complex for you, we move so loud, let me turn down the Fader
Better go pray to your savior
They can't see the sights I see, I'm up at State
And my plate been doing right by me, Ain't gotta pay for my plays
I just find my beast stay on my Ps and Qs, and count my Cs, in twos
They tried to kill me, but I refuse
All I ever do is win, so I can't lose
I'm crass, I'm cool, and I do not abide by rules
I'm crashing, dashing, passing all you one night fools
I've had it, y'all just be way too average
Living like you way too lavish
Talking bout the same old things
Cause there ain't no range in your brain, that's way too tragic
Now you sitting pretty saying that I can't take you
But you know I'll beat you till your motherf*cking face blue
I could be in grade school I would still replace you
I ain't gotta worry bout it tho cause this is what they
Want
I've been working all day long, tryna right my wrongs
It's signed and sealed, I don't, got no time to chill, Imma grind until my shine is gone
When it's all set and and done and they call me the one
They gone ask me "nigga, how the spotlight feel"
And imma go and tell em everything that we own
Every song that we make is like a highlight reel
Had this dream of getting racks that would stack to the ceiling
Wrote a bunch of raps, tryna put us on the map
Hoping that they would slap, so that everybody feel it
Grinding for that cap, but the Math made no sense
Skipping class for that paper, no diploma couldn't fill it
Working at the barbershop for 25 a week
Got a Mic and like Jordan, man I went and made a killing
Shit is real, Macon boy tryna make a mill
We was struggling to get a meal with them bills up in mail
Sallie Mae knocking at our door
Cause the B.S. was some BS they be selling, either way we gone prevail
2019 my year, man you can put that on the motherf*cking bail
Got a lot of things I can't tell, getting out my shell
If I keep at it, ain't no way that I can fail
MC be cooking, no kitchen, I'm whipping that recipe
Reach and I teach, and of course they be testing me
The ones that hate, be the main ones obsessed with me
I'm just warming up, you ain't seen the best of me
And when it hits, nobody can save ya, independent but I'm still swinging like I'm major
Undergrad but I passed the bar, second thought I might have to raise it cause this is what they
Want
I've been working all day long, tryna right my wrongs
It's signed and sealed, I don't, got no time to chill, Imma grind until my shine is gone
When it's all set and and done and they call me the one
They gone ask me "nigga, how the spotlight feel"
And imma go and tell em everything that we own
Every song that we make is like a highlight reel
Four, years that I've done this, and I got, more, waves on swim, no sand
I'm sure Never selling out, come see what's in store
You may got the battle but I'm bout to win the war
Oh you think that you hot now? Got a few clicks on your song, so you pop now?
Lyrics too vanilla, so you iced from the top down?
Got a few loans, so you think you got a pot now?
Let's be real for a second, you gone be in second
If I'm in the running Perhaps your collapse will be later
But trust me I know that it's coming
I took a year off and I doubled your numbers, I did you a favor
I'm too complex for you, we move so loud, let me turn down the Fader
Better go pray to your savior
They can't see the sights I see, I'm up at State
And my plate been doing right by me, Ain't gotta pay for my plays
I just find my beast stay on my Ps and Qs, and count my Cs, in twos
They tried to kill me, but I refuse
All I ever do is win, so I can't lose
I'm crass, I'm cool, and I do not abide by rules
I'm crashing, dashing, passing all you one night fools
I've had it, y'all just be way too average
Living like you way too lavish
Talking bout the same old things
Cause there ain't no range in your brain, that's way too tragic
Now you sitting pretty saying that I can't take you
But you know I'll beat you till your motherf*cking face blue
I could be in grade school I would still replace you
I ain't gotta worry bout it tho cause this is what they
Want
I've been working all day long, tryna right my wrongs
It's signed and sealed, I don't, got no time to chill, Imma grind until my shine is gone
When it's all set and and done and they call me the one
They gone ask me "nigga, how the spotlight feel"
And imma go and tell em everything that we own
Every song that we make is like a highlight reel
Writer: Spencer Bivins
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