Lyrics: Stephane Lo Jacomo/Kyle Lary
Music: Stephane Lo Jacomo/Kyle Lary
Always been the realest
I don’t need a witness
Cooking up daily
Mind locked in
Body on a mission
Haters
Never ever listen
We been the truth.
You tell them different
This drop top
It don’t have a ceiling
Tried to count me
Bet I break they feelings
I can’t move off feelings
Gotta to run it up
When you put the work in
They can’t tell you nothin’
I was always ready
Born to push the button
Do it for my family
Until they want for nothing
This is what I wanted
Work is never over
Pressure always coming
But I’m never running
Hated on the man
Now I’m really stuntin’
This the life
Gotta drive a hundred
They don’t really want no smoke
Come on run it up
One of one
They don’t really want no smoke
All those cold days
Turned me to a beast
Wanted me gone now I’m showing my teeth
Custom made I’m a different one
Not close
I never been the one to lean on luck
Not close
Had to pop out from the black tints
All those cold days
Turned me to a beast
Wanted me gone now I’m showing my teeth
Two stepping feeling militant
Stay away from my residence
Bring the bank count my dividends
You the type to try and penny pinch
Stay away from the silly shhhh
Late nights in the studio
Then later nights when I’m in the gym
Diamonds hit while I’m in the dark
Had to pop out from the black tints
Mom text me
Tell me keep it up
Baby boy with the action
I never been the one to lean on luck
Shoot the shot
Tell ’em back it up
Stash the money in the mattress
So much hustle thought its magic huh
They don’t really want no smoke
Come on run it up
One of one
They don’t really want no smoke
All those cold days
Turned me to a beast
Wanted me gone now I’m showing my teeth
Custom made I’m a different one
Not close
I never been the one to lean on luck
Not close
Had to pop out from the black tints
All those cold days
Turned me to a beast
Wanted me gone now I’m showing my teeth