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Yeah...
Yeah, and you know it's all facts
Never told a lie if I put it on wax
They be too shady like they in the tall grass
Put their hands out, but we never cross paths
Buzzing my line, I don't ever call back
One smooth ship how I handle my biz
Watch them all flip when I'm pinning up plaques
But real ones know who the real ones is, yeah
My manager, rapper, producer
Me and myself how I've been introducing, hello
This is the one I've been schooling
Learned it myself cause I've been my own student, yeah
Pajamas invented a movement
We don't conform to what's been coming to us
Follow my gut and I'm planning my steps
Executing the outlines right after I drew 'em
I do it
Every day making improvements
Heavyweight how I been moving
This is that new
Invest in myself what I earned
Then I'm doubling back to recoup it
Business been booming
I feel undefeated so call me khabib how I been undisputed
Keep feeding these beats and you'll see me consume it
I'm keeping these dreams in my reach till I prove it.
This joint, this is not a hobby
This is how I eat
This is in the calamari
This that room service chicken
Make a living from the lobby
This is cooking what you killing
Sukiyaki, do you copy
We on top and we all snacks
Don't y'all mess with me
Don't be out here asking for a recipe
We put in the work and that was everything
I go rep my city like schenectady (uh-huh)
That's necessity.
Y'all invest in me (uh-huh)
I'll build y'all equity (true)
I was just on the phone with ma
I said eventually
I'll get this guap and rocks
Buy these lots
That sounds heavenly
I told her I got cash to make
To stack estates in beverly
I just gotta keep my, agh
But this quarantine ain't nothing new
I've been locked up all year
Y'all act like it's nothing you could do
Got this captain all in my soda
Got me focused, y'all on your sofa
I'm still plotting out my little ruse
I still move around in my coupe
Writing bars that filled with that, ooh!
Call me sugar momma, made the family proud of these loops
They be in the crowd watch me putting down truth
That's just life for me and my troops
This ain't superbowl 52
This is superbowl 51
Said there ain't no time for me to lose
Ready from the two.
Yo who made this joint?
Stuff is delicious.
I'm a nice guy, but the flow naughty
Name drop to my old shawty
And I sign shirts in the show lobby
When I'm back home I'm a nobody
And I pray a lot but still not enough
I got god with me, that's a lot of love
I got a feeling y'all gon' hear a lot of us
When I'm by the hoop I just lob it up
And last year I had my face on a billboard
I didn't even get a good pic back then
I didn't even trip, it was 15 up on the highway
Looking for a glimpse back then
They go 'this your shot, this is it' back then
Tell me what's a shot to a hit back then
Everybody got a shot in the clip back then
Now I think about a shot, what it meant back then
I've been cooking for a long time
Studio time, might as well have moved in
I'ma, I'ma, ugh
I'ma, I'ma just leave that right there.
This joint, this is not a hobby
This is how I eat
This is in the calamari
This that room service chicken
Make a living from the lobby
This is cooking what you killing
Sukiyaki, do you copy
We on top and we all snacks
Don't y'all mess with me
Don't be out here asking for a recipe
We put in the work and that was everything
I go rep my city like schenectady
That's necessity
That's it.
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