Music: Olivia Day
I'm— ranged soldier, I can't— b-boxer type
Keep it on me, but that's— out-out—
Mom said I'm way too hardheaded, I never think twice
It's gon'— ****ed up day— your advi—
I'm really a ranged soldier, I can't be the boxer type
Keep it on me, but that's for protection when I'm out-out—
Mom said I'm way too hardheaded— think twice
It's gon'— ****ed up day— I take your advice
A-A-A-A-A-And you got way too much to learn
I don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
And I had to wait, now they wait for my return
He was talking all that shit, I'll be the last one that's concerned
'Cause it's real, went from zero to a deal
Can't wait for the next time I touch a ****ing mil'
M-My heart is untouchable, that shit is made of steel
Nowadays, when my song come on, they never standing still
I'm really a ranged soldier, I can't be the boxer type
Keep it on me, but that's for protection when I'm out at night
Mom said I'm way too hardheaded, I never think twice
It's gon' be a ****ed up day on Earth when I take your advice
Nowadays, I'm getting mad racks for talking on a mic
But don't get it twisted, I could never be afraid to die
I appreciate it, I told you that you not my type
If-If-If-If I had to be you, that'd be suicide
If I want it, I'ma get it, let me figure out a way
Love to look up at my PayPal, see my money duplicate
Hate me, love me on the next day, get the **** up off my face
I'm not really tryna talk, I was busy being soil to the plants
So many mo'****ing hours that I spent
It's about life, we gon' lose many friends
So many of you think that you're the shit
I gotta tell you you're not
Even if that's what you think you are
I had to tell you you're hot shit
You're not gonna come this far (Ahh)
F-**** all that ***** shit
Your song come on, I hear nothing but crickets
Never did show but I'll sell out some tickets
Up on the ATM counting some digits
That shit is old, I'm not dropping no snippet
Y-You get the pack and you fumble and flip it
Somebody tell that boy he cannot kick it
I-I got a worldwide plug, he British
I got 2K3 on my bank, I feel like CJ808
Man, I woke up money hungry, think I'm making racks today
I-I got lots on my mind but the same up on my plate
I-I-I know you're losing, so my day is going great
A-A-A-A-A-And you got way too much to learn
I don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
And I had to wait, now they wait for my return
He was talking all that shit, I'll be the last one that's concerned
'Cause it's real, went from zero to a deal
Can't wait for the next time I touch a ****ing mil'
M-My heart is untouchable, that shit is made of steel
Nowadays, when my song come on, they never standing still
I'm really a ranged soldier, I can't be the boxer type
Keep it on me, but that's for protection when I'm out at night
Mom said I'm way too hardheaded, I never think twice
It's gon' be a ****ed up day on Earth when I take your advice
Nowadays, I'm getting mad racks for talking on a mic
But don't get it twisted, I could never be afraid to die
I appreciate it, I told you that you not my type
If-If-If-If I had to be you, that'd be suicide
Fudeu mané