(hook)
(Fa Fa)
Haven’t slept right in a minute
Tryna get these songs all written
Gotta shoot my shot like i’m pippen
Just so i can tell em’ that i did it
Man of the city
I don’t really care about your pity
I don’t even care who really wit’ me
Tryna get my money and get busy
Man i feel dizzy
(Grrahh)
(Grrahh ahh ahh)
Said he gon slide , told me send him the addy
He mad cuz i told em ima get Grammies
That boy he soft and he sweeter than candy
“He won’t blow up” i will, sadly
I’ll be everything they told me i can’t be
No we not friends we can’t kick it like jackie-
Chan
Got in his face and that boy-
Ran
Then why you keep talkin on the-
Gram
Ay pick it up pick it up
They gonna come right back when my digits up
On the way to the top i know they sick of us
None of ur songs are good lil boy just give it up
Huh that’s what they told me
Ima just be MVP like i’m kobe
All the way to the top all by my lonely
Now that i’m up they all act like they know me
Huh, and that’s mad crazy
Leave him dark red in the face, Steve Lacy
Ima get a crib all on my own when they
Pay me
Ima get a bag and then they all gonna hate me
(Grrraaah)
(Grrahh)
(Grrahh)
(Grrahh)
(hook)
(Fa Fa)
Haven’t slept right in a minute
Tryna get these songs all written
Gotta shoot my shot like i’m pippen
Just so i can tell em that i did it
Man of the city
I don’t really care about your pity
I don’t even care who really wit me
Tryna get my money and get busy
Man i feel dizzy
(Grrahh)
(Grrrrahhh ahh ahh)
(Kanii verse)
I got the Glock wit’ the semi top
And I got the gun make em’ diddy bop
When i hop on the beat man i milly rock
Ask if i have hoes, i have many thots
And i got the bread yeah i just count the guap
And y’all don’t want the beef but y’all talk a lot
I hit em’
I spit em’
I get em’
My choppa it eat a n*gga just like dinner
I chop em’ up just like i’m talkin bout’ some - -
Goin’ to the top, No i’m not a quitter
Hahahaha (F*ck)
Damn