All That

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Is you feeling the come up
My boys on the move and we hunting shit down
There ain't no one above us
These bitches would hate, now they act like they love us
From New York, where I cut up
Like 'Gunn cause I feel like the flyest around
Just a face in the crowd
At the end of the day, just a face in the crowd
I want more
I've been tryna get my foot out the door
Get on beats 'til I find the right words to record
An encore certified by the ears of the lord, God
An elevator, show me up to my floor God
Never cared about the shit I can't afford
Dirty kicks, I ain't rocking all that Gucci and Dior
Bloody shoes, Cardi B, you can't find these in a store nah
How I'm stepping really different from before now
Remember I ain't think I really had it
Never have met with Joey but people say I'm the baddest
I'm so far from average
Mama told me to go and get to your classes
Sorry ma I was smoking a lil cabbage
Writing raps, these word games extravagant
Go with the flow of the river, I never paddle shit
I'm here to tear shit down
I'm still young but I swear that I've been here for a while
Pick myself up, god damn I feel free
You said you leaving? Like baby what do you mean
On my first tour, singing like you was something I need
Be yourself more, f*ck is they talking? This shit is me uh
Put on my coat and prepare for the weather
The stormy nights, when I usually make that music better
So bring the rain homie
I no longer feel a thing homie
Put some weed up in the blunt, getting dazed homie
I got that backpack rap, go 'n run that shit back
I'm spitting all this conscious crap, they won't listen to that
I know the highs don't last, but the dope in the bag
So you can bet your bottom dollar cause I'm all that
I got that backpack rap, go 'n run that shit back
I'm spitting all this conscious crap, they won't listen to that
I know the highs don't last, but the dope in the bag
So you can bet your bottom dollar cause I'm all that
I got no damn challengers
Look around, there ain't nobody coming close to me
Late nights of holy beats
And I'm dressing in all black like Jodeci
A hunnid dollars to anyone 'think they hoeing me
Been fire, just igniting the flame
I'm swinging my chain, the lavish shit been calling my name
I'm thinking the same, cause I ain't never felt this way
I'm in my own lane balling and I'm changing the game
Your future top pick
Got a deal if I ever drop this
Prophet, constant elevation I'm a rocket
A superhuman, I'm carrying all these concepts
Yellow tape around my danger dome, it mean caution
I'm going 1-O-O past the popo
And screaming f*ck those cops because my flow gold
And if you still don't know, you a slowpoke
I'm putting on a damn show 'til I grow old
I got that backpack rap, go 'n run that shit back
I'm spitting all this conscious crap, they won't listen to that
I know the highs don't last, but the dope in the bag
So you can bet your bottom dollar cause I'm all that
I got that backpack rap, go 'n run that shit back
I'm spitting all this conscious crap, they won't listen to that
I know the highs don't last, but the dope in the bag
So you can bet your bottom dollar cause I'm all that

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