Lyrics
You gotta listen to my rhymes a couple times
To really over stand, I over plan
I overthink I really think it's saved me from a lot
This generation weird
It's like I saw this shit coming
I'm not shocked, I'm so prepared
Before uptown we was in the hood then
Batty and bench
Like I thought you was my good friend
But you was coming round for all the info
Together we supposed to be on top
So how you end up as an opp?
You let the hate revoke your spot
No new friends
Please don't call me "Sis" I'm not your kin hoe
And please don't push my button
Cause you know me and I'm stubborn
Your bridge from I burn that
No it ain't no come backs
I don't even deal with most my cousins
And they hear I'm getting big
So the ones I've never met
Start coming out the woodworks all of a sudden
My nanny getting older
That's the reason why I'm on go
I need my money pronto
I'm the topic haters need to have a convo'
You do all the cussing and be bluffing
I can tell you ain't on nothing
I know what I'm on
You ain't on a thing at all
I've been me always
From back to my school days
I was rapping in the dinner hall
Prada not Wallabies
Them bitches wannabes
I'm who they wanna be
Got them saying
"Chy thinks shes boujie like she don't even follow me"
The ones that doubted
Now acknowledge me
But I want an apology
They ain't on my level
They ain't in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it
I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic
They ain't on my level
They ain't in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it
I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic
I ain't gotta justify I'm so real
You don't get to hang
Cause you don't know real
I ain't got the time to really sit you down and teach
You don't wanna work, you wanna leach
I ain't signed no deal
They still can't keep up
All these niggas having kittens
Cah' they're catting for attention
But they never get paid that
In a Maybach so laid back, kick my feet up
I don't have to force it
It was written, I sorta coulda been a author
Mummy's one daughter
And when I'm working
My goals I put my months by the quarter
My flow like water
My drip like water
Cruising in the range I'm just remembering the Corsa
Speed off Forza they can't catch this
No time for Labrish
That's the reason they can't match this
On the net they're so bad but not in real life
In real life they're catfish
(Bap, bap, bap)
They ain't on my level
They ain't in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it
I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic
They ain't on my level
They ain't in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it
I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic