Uh-huh
You can turn, turn the headphones up though some more
Like, leave my vocals like that, let’s get it
Yeah, ayy
I need paper like I’m Hov, I need thirty before thirty
Need mercy on my soul
Made the
Thirty Under Thirty
(Forbes)
I made a teardrop in my robes
Came from shit, we came from hits
I made it back, dirt on my clothes
Now I’m here, 2018, shit was different, what a year
2019, it was tough, but I’m like, «Fuck it, it’s in the rear»
2020, COVID hit and I’m just gettin' shit in gears
I ain’t even reach all my goals and I’m still shittin' on my peers
I ain’t even see my potential, I’m still tryna face my fears
Feel that music in my heart soon as I hear it in my ears
I don’t wanna go and turn the clubs up, I handle biz
Big bro told me not to grab the Maybach truck, pull up in his
2021 sedan, two-hundred grand, yeah, I did (Four door)
Said I wasn’t gon' buy shit no more
Really, that bih for my bro though
Pullin' from me, what you put into me
Won’t get nothin', no more
I can’t go broke, that’s a no-go
Make that paper jump like pogo
Only Trackhawk in L.A. this color, act like that’s the low-low
Still up in my shit, solo
Pull up, shoot some shit from logo (Brr)
Tryna flex for likes, you in a strike or stupid, that’s a store low
Play with me, I’m seein' rojo
Pussy, I’m in go-mode