Lyrics: Nyck Caution/Arthur Bilyard
Music: Nyck Caution/Arthur Bilyard
I got the feeling we taking it all the way
I gotta get to the hall of fame
Been on the grind with a small delay
That's what it takes
When you on your job
I'm working 'til everything fall in place
Like nah
We not gonna fall today
Like nah
We not gonna fall today
Oh yea beam me up Scottie
We going up crazy
Yea me and my posse
When it's time to get it
We body to body
'Cause bodies get left
When we leave the party
Don't get me started
Don't make me get out of character
That make you turn to a target
Dearly departed
Making a scene like Martin
We upping the scores and the margins
Ain't hungry
I'm starving
I gotta eat what I hunt
It's a bargain
The bigger they are
The broader the market
Cause I gotta feed like an army of Spartans
They plotting
They lurking
The blade getting sharpened
They hounds and they barkin
They wait for the moment
To take what was hidden
And add to the garden
We just getting started
I got the feeling we taking it all the way
I gotta get to the hall of fame
Been on the grind with a small delay
That's what it takes
When you on your job
I'm working 'til everything fall in place
Like nah
We not gonna fall today
Like nah
We not gonna fall today
Like
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I got the feeling we taking it all the way
I gotta get to the hall of fame
Been on the grind with a small delay
That's what it takes
When you on your job
I'm working til everything fall in place
Like nah
We not gonna fall today
Like nah
We not gonna fall today
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