That Kid (feat. Carly X & Ethan Ross)
Jakkah
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(I'm at that point where this ain't a dream) (Like Ethan Ross, I'm being serious) (Like Carly X, yo, it's on) (Haha, let's go) (Whoa) (XXIV) I'm at that point where this ain't a dream I'm really plannin' to make a scene When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy I'm about to pop off like it's meant to be They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing People be jealous by any means I don't argue with people who really fiends Look at all that I've done before 17 I'm really that kid (That kid) Always on it, never miss (Never) They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah) They like 'how this ain't a hit' (How) They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip) I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip) Look Please do not, please do not get me lit Y'all do not want it, I'm with the shits 'Cause I get live just like Jimmy is Flow is too diligent, I leave 'em boppin' like Diddy did But I ain't playin' no games, I been that Chick to come in and go apeshit Can't compete with these hoes 'cause they basic Been a problem, ain't nothing to play with Spit on the gram, they gon' spazz like I laced it Y'all hoppin' on beats and got wasted Spit a whole verse and don't say shit, huh (Damn) Y'all got accustomed to fake 'ish Really y'all trapped in the matrix So I'm speedin' past that 'Cause y'all mad wack On your head just like a freakin' dad hat Come at me, you better get your bags packed Leave 'em in the streets spooked like black cats, wait, uh If I'm being honest, I don't give a damn how y'all feel They say that music is trash, but that's 'cause y'all glued to the fake and y'all sleep on the real I see they hate 'cause I'm poppin', so all of the shots that y'all throwing I block like O'Neal I'm in the kitchen for real Cookin', servin' suckas up like a meal Need a couple mills 'fore I start to chill Got the heat they listen New York to Brazil I'm a businesswoman, I don't need a deal On my Weezy, motherfucker, yeah I'm ill and they mad sick, uh Need some work, I'ma tax it, uh And I always been that chick So I'm here with Jakkah 'cause he's that kid Word I'm at that point where this ain't a dream I'm really plannin' to make a scene When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy I'm about to pop off like it's meant to be They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing People be jealous by any means I don't argue with people who really fiends Look at all that I've done before 17 I'm really that kid (That kid) Always on it, never miss (Never) They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah) They like 'how this ain't a hit' (How) They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip) I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip) Uh Like I'm Fivio, they all be lovin' the style Send me the addy, I'm runnin' the route You trippin', I ain't gonna ask what it's 'bout Just gonna make sure you done runnin' your mouth I been that, uh Kid in the business winnin', and they mad I'm on a new level, call me A$AP Snakes always gonna reach for the dap They want you to put their name up on the map, facts (Whaaa-) I wanna make them fat stacks Hop in a Lambo matte black Now they gon' get no text back (Yeah) Baby, I ain't ever failed once She ride me so good, make me feel numb My bitch look bad in them heels, uh Told her I'll pay for it, get your nails done F*ck around and I'ma kill some F*ck the world, I'm 'bouta give it some children I cannot chill some, I'ma get a hundred million I got trauma inside of me that I'm still workin' to heal from (Boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm not a rapper, lil' bitch, I do punk rock Tell a grown man to his face he a dumb thot She suckin' me when she feel like a detox Shinin' so hard I bought my haters sunblock (Ay, ay) Baby girl, this is not weed, this is DMT I could bag her with my voice, she ain't seein' me Too bad I model now, everyone seein' me They say I'm lacin' it, I call it seasoning Pull up to the party with Ethan and Carly, we burnin' up the whole spot We all that kid, we do shit big Better come correct, or we pop your lid, that's fact (Whoa) I'm at that point where this ain't a dream I'm really plannin' to make a scene When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy I'm about to pop off like it's meant to be They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing People be jealous by any means I don't argue with people who really fiends Look at all that I've done before 17 I'm really that kid (That kid) Always on it, never miss (Never) They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah) They like 'how this ain't a hit' (How) They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip) I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip)
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Written by: Carly Exume, Ethan Yampolsky, Jacob Hernandez
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