Everybody tryna be a star, but they don´t know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon´ have millions We gon´ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain´t about that bag, then I don´t want no dealings Everybody tryna be a star, but they don´t know the feeling Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon´ have millions We gon´ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain´t about that bag, then I don´t want no dealings
I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know moms lookin´ proud at me When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin´, that´s just how it be Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see Yeah, nigga know we can´t cheat Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three Nigga, I´ma make ´em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon´ freeze Nigga snap on beats, we eat I guess that rappin´ in my genes
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don´t know the feeling Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon´ have millions
We gon´ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain´t about that bag, then I don´t want no dealings Everybody tryna be a star, but they don´t know the feeling Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon´ have millions We gon´ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain´t about that bag, then I don´t want no dealings
Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don´t mention
We was just servin´ fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don´t do no conversatin´ Remember days in public housin´, now we flyin´ private Packin´ everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden All my nigga in the pen´, but I still make deposits I cut the lean off, been havin´ withdrawals for weeks
Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts I can get him touched, ain´t talkin´ pedophile, we creep Lambos and ´Rari Vs, just know that shit we need for speed
Bro sold that dog food and I ain´t never seen him breed Stick up in the box´ll send ´em down below Blew up, now I see what you around me for You who I want, but girl, don´t never think I need you Pull up i8, go ask the hood, I´m the one feed ´em But they say I been actin´ funny since I got on Luh Tyler, do you want this ho? My nigga, I don´t (Al Geno on the track) Got dream to go buy a island, I´m playin´ blind My bitch, she top tier, but blowin´ up my phone cryin´
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don´t know the feeling Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon´ have millions
We gon´ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling Nigga, if it ain´t about that bag, then I don´t want no dealings
Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don´t mention We was just servin´ fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don´t do no conversatin´ Remember days in public housin´, now we flyin´ private Packin´ everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden All my nigga in the pen´, but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been havin´ withdrawals for weeks