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Lyricist: Lil Tjay
Lyrics:
Only 5 PM, I'm coolin', lightin' doinkies in Jamaica Put a doinky in my mind, I think these stoinkies make me greater Reminiscin' 'bout my past, it was rough, I ain't no faker It was rough, but ain't no bluff, you think you tough, I'm gettin' paper
Mind expanded, know I'm trained to go Game on lock, shit like the figure-four Easy, I molded like snow, always on go, I was just under, below Niggas was hatin' on me, patiently, I made it here, it was slow Couple niggas would've called it fast, I was on a mission for the dash Humble nigga, I know how it feel, I was just havin' no cash I was just havin' no bag, dead broke, standin' in the rain Youngest nigga puttin' in the pain, now we screamin' money ain't a thing Chillin', but it's savage in my veins, I'ma keep on comin' with the flames They already label me elite, so if I lose, then I'm the one to blame Really, I got pain in my heart, if you tryin' gang, gotta be smart I stay in my lane, play my part, but when it come to gang, you get sparked Really, though, I ride for my brothers, started as a promise to my mother Yeah, I know exactly where I'm headed, it be too much on my mind when I stutter I don't wanna see nobody suffer, everybody eatin', call it supper Really, though, I made it out the gutter, Lil Tjay the one and only, ain't no other Now everybody love me, ain't no lover, they tryna throw they face on the scene There ain't no motivation in the hood, we livin' with no escape, what I've seen I had to march and pace for the green, I know I couldn't wait for this dream I'm tryna get this cake, gotta elevate, pop out drippin' Dior to Celine Rollin' that Russian Cream when I hit the scene, you could tell a youngin livin' his dream Dead like I'm off of a bean, millionaire teen, now you can search me up on Bing Now these bitches wanna f*ck, f*ck or it's up, I could use two or three nuts Ain't got no money to hush, it's up and it's stuck, you pull up, you suckin' or what? Big VVS's on the gold, made it out the trenches ten toes Shout out to my niggas in the can that always stood official, didn't fold Shout out to my label for the deal, shout out to my fans, man, for real Big Cuban link, I got it rose, we ain't into stressin' over hoes Every day, I wake up gettin' rolls, every day, I wake up on the road Truly honest, life too fast, I'ma let it sit up 'til I'm old Look how many records I done sold, woke up, I feel like a pot of gold How it happened, I don't even know, I saw my lane and all I know is go Big 'Miri denim for the feets, big Richard Mille, this ain't cheap I ain't into beefin' through the tweets, just live with me, then leave it in the streets Real nigga, that's just how it is, ain't nobody stoppin' how I live Early twenties, coppin' out on cribs, I started off with nothin' in the fridge Imagine what be runnin' through my dome, goofy niggas blowin' up my phone Groupies comin', they won't leave me 'lone, I know they wouldn't be here if I wasn't on Just because that, I be in my zone, mama raised me solid to the bone Reminiscin', I sit up and stone like, 'How the f*ck you got it on your own?' LyricsCom
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