Building

First Verse:
Yeah let me put my soul in it
Get on trap beats like im about to expose niggas
I got loyal bitches i fucked wit you got gold diggers
Oh you the nigga that know them niggas that know them niggas
Well im the nigga that served the nigga served you nigga
Im well connected in these streets you a new nigga
I put in work never clock out
Momma want me to back out
It started all at my trap house
Now 3 niggas incarcerated
Tell the truth hardly i made it
Got no dues just large payment
Hear me out this starvation
No washington i just want the franklin
Frankly nigga i ain’t got no patience
Label me as a mental patient
Got locked up it was hard to face it
Niggas hate cause they grind basic
People in my town never made it
I dont mind your hating as long as i get this paper
You step out of line and i found out where you live later
My og showed me the game but became a hater
Better watch out when niggas watching your paper
Hook:
Drop in the water now let it boil
Heard about me, no shit its the boy
I Been discreet in the streets pero ya saben quien soy
Triple beams and calculators are my favorite toys
So young nigga build it
I said young nigga build it
From the floor to the ceiling
From the floor to the ceiling
So young nigga build it
I said young nigga build it
From the floor to the ceiling
Want some more and im willing witness me kill it
Second Verse:
My Motive my mind open
Got shooters that will charge 500
Fuck with me im soulful but i kill trap beats like nothing
Making hits, im plotting licks
Im an advertisement to get rich
Examine how i go ham
Got a strong hustle in my land
In the lab with this pen pad laying principles this my layer
Scientific with it start cooking up
Looking for me then you must look up
I say it pure you say it cut
This bitch yours but she took my nut
She act good i direct no cuts
Made a movie like cinema
Had to do a quickie she was in a rush
Late for a date but i was in the cut
Up all night no ambient
I came thru like «it can be done»
Check it out hoe i came to stunt
Momma confused what has became of us
Im real life they made you up
You never built ya hustle, i never gave mine up
This my rubber band mission and many years wishing
For a pot to piss in, ain’t no Pops here
In the streets you would drop here
Near the starting line
Bitch you don’t want to get me started like
These niggas hate cause im sort of like
That baking soda water and the white and im dope nigga
Hook:
Drop in the water now let it boil
Heard about me, no shit its the boy
I Been discreet in the streets pero ya saben quien soy
Triple beams and calculators are my favorite toys
So young nigga build it
I said young nigga build it
From the floor to the ceiling
From the floor to the ceiling
So young nigga build it
I said young nigga build it
From the floor to the ceiling
Want some more and im willing witness me kill it