Long nights, long coasts, everything you asked for
And the suit is ready, stylist just hit me it's Tom ford
Made up people, with some made up locations
On the spot, we don't really do no contemplating
But these hits and bops are premeditated
In the hills, it's a vibe, still countin' all prayers
And countin' all the players, not too many left
Only me, it's just me, I'm bringing Meemo there
And I won't stop until I hit my pinnacle
Or my prime, for that fact, I ain't even listening bro
They hated on me, closed the door ain't let me in
Now tell me why you actin' like you innocent
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Another person tryna tell me how to live my life
I woke up every morning, I'm like ok nigga let's get it
I don't really know I'm just here staring at this mic
Baby on my phone but she don't wanna see me winnin'
Yeah
Even if you in my circle I don't give a shit
My sound comes first, why you tryna mess with this
And if you in the same spot, same place, well damn we just feel for ya
Nah can't split no pill with ya
Keep it cool boutta get these records off nigga
Be like f*ck a co-sign, we don't like offers
Make a mill myself cause baby I don't like others
Driving round the city, buildings lookin like stars
Remember all those late nights, Atlantic Blvd
Remember all the street lights, I was all alone
Mama told me know my place, wasn't coming home
Declining all those calls, walking all day long
Makin plays or make a way, not making records then
Hit a lick, you ain't my friend, I'm down to risk some shit
You shot my vids but wasn't with the grind that I put in
Flights, cameras rolling, stage was coming shortly
You ain't seen the vision, so you know I gotta do it
Not much left, atleast it's money well spent
You can't get this type of mind in music all the time
I'm the type of artist who don't come around enough
Don't care about relationships, they left me in the dust
I do it for my brother you know it can't be bought
Puzzle pieces in the album art just use your thoughts
Another person tryna tell me how to make a move
To think I made it this far without input from you losers
If these niggas wanna take my spot then bet lets do it
Half of y'all ain't got the foresight to even keep moving
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Long nights, long coasts, everything you asked for
And the suit is ready, stylist just hit me it's Tom ford
Made up people, with some made up locations
On the spot, we don't really do no contemplating
But these hits and bops are premeditated
In the hills, it's a vibe, still countin' all prayers
And countin' all the players, not too many left
Only me, it's just me, I'm bringing Meemo there
And I won't stop until I hit my pinnacle
Or my prime, for that fact, I ain't even listening bro
They hated on me, closed the door ain't let me in
Now tell me why you actin' like you innocent
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Another person tryna tell me how to live my life
I woke up every morning, I'm like ok nigga let's get it
I don't really know I'm just here staring at this mic
Baby on my phone but she don't wanna see me winnin'
Yeah
Even if you in my circle I don't give a shit
My sound comes first, why you tryna mess with this
And if you in the same spot, same place, well damn we just feel for ya
Nah can't split no pill with ya
Keep it cool boutta get these records off nigga
Be like f*ck a co-sign, we don't like offers
Make a mill myself cause baby I don't like others
Driving round the city, buildings lookin like stars
Remember all those late nights, Atlantic Blvd
Remember all the street lights, I was all alone
Mama told me know my place, wasn't coming home
Declining all those calls, walking all day long
Makin plays or make a way, not making records then
Hit a lick, you ain't my friend, I'm down to risk some shit
You shot my vids but wasn't with the grind that I put in
Flights, cameras rolling, stage was coming shortly
You ain't seen the vision, so you know I gotta do it
Not much left, atleast it's money well spent
You can't get this type of mind in music all the time
I'm the type of artist who don't come around enough
Don't care about relationships, they left me in the dust
I do it for my brother you know it can't be bought
Puzzle pieces in the album art just use your thoughts
Another person tryna tell me how to make a move
To think I made it this far without input from you losers
If these niggas wanna take my spot then bet lets do it
Half of y'all ain't got the foresight to even keep moving
And the suit is ready, stylist just hit me it's Tom ford
Made up people, with some made up locations
On the spot, we don't really do no contemplating
But these hits and bops are premeditated
In the hills, it's a vibe, still countin' all prayers
And countin' all the players, not too many left
Only me, it's just me, I'm bringing Meemo there
And I won't stop until I hit my pinnacle
Or my prime, for that fact, I ain't even listening bro
They hated on me, closed the door ain't let me in
Now tell me why you actin' like you innocent
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Another person tryna tell me how to live my life
I woke up every morning, I'm like ok nigga let's get it
I don't really know I'm just here staring at this mic
Baby on my phone but she don't wanna see me winnin'
Yeah
Even if you in my circle I don't give a shit
My sound comes first, why you tryna mess with this
And if you in the same spot, same place, well damn we just feel for ya
Nah can't split no pill with ya
Keep it cool boutta get these records off nigga
Be like f*ck a co-sign, we don't like offers
Make a mill myself cause baby I don't like others
Driving round the city, buildings lookin like stars
Remember all those late nights, Atlantic Blvd
Remember all the street lights, I was all alone
Mama told me know my place, wasn't coming home
Declining all those calls, walking all day long
Makin plays or make a way, not making records then
Hit a lick, you ain't my friend, I'm down to risk some shit
You shot my vids but wasn't with the grind that I put in
Flights, cameras rolling, stage was coming shortly
You ain't seen the vision, so you know I gotta do it
Not much left, atleast it's money well spent
You can't get this type of mind in music all the time
I'm the type of artist who don't come around enough
Don't care about relationships, they left me in the dust
I do it for my brother you know it can't be bought
Puzzle pieces in the album art just use your thoughts
Another person tryna tell me how to make a move
To think I made it this far without input from you losers
If these niggas wanna take my spot then bet lets do it
Half of y'all ain't got the foresight to even keep moving
Writer: Eltayib Osman
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