'Bout This (feat. cars*n & ryanmadeit)

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NOAlarm

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I got ten Tic-Tacs in my mouth bitch
Same six cats that I always run around with
Say you working hard you better get up off the mattress
We do this for the heart
And motherfucker you ain't 'bout this
'Bout this
'Bout this
Motherfucker you ain't 'bout this
My homies press record and now the whole city bouncing
Dance around the room and Ryan said "we got a fat one"
I'm always making moves went from a pony to a stallion
You talking 'bout the racks not the raps
Bitch you clowning
Make a song with no collab because my verses sound astounding
I'm lounging
Brother's got the sauce like an Italian
And we move in quick and taking the medallion
Since a young man I knew I was about that rap life
15 recording my lyrics and hitting dap pipes
Simply been pouring my spirit don't need your advice
Now I'm steady focused on the task to get my bag right
Bag right
Hold up
Wait a minute (wait a minute)
Been repping sets and eating all the spinach
Used to second guess it
Now we in the business
Giving out these lessons like a motherfucking clinic 'cause we in it
You can hate me or love me
But you can't kick it like my team
Spend a day with my honey
It help me blow a little steam
Put the paper above me
I'm inching closer to my dreams
And I pull up to the motherfucking scene
So fresh I got them 10 Tic-Tacs in my mouth bitch
Same six cats that I always run around with
Say you working hard you better get up off the mattress
We do this for the heart
And motherfucker you ain't 'bout this
'Bout this
'Bout this
Motherfucker you ain't 'bout this
My homies press record and now the whole city bouncing
Dance around the room and Carson said "we got a fat one"
I'm always making moves went from a pony to a stallion
One down
Like a double-barrel buckshot
Two rounds
Trouble put you in a tough spot
Three pounds of the bubble kush in the glovebox
For now
I might have to move on to the next spot
I'm paving my way
Got a ways to my dream
So I'll say what I'll say
And I'll wait patiently
Hit a fade, make it rain like I'm James with the Heat
And I'm feeling so clean
'Cause my breath's minty
I got 10 Tic-Tacs in my mouth bitch
Same six cats that I always run around with
Say you working hard you better get up off the mattress
We do this for the heart
And motherfucker you ain't 'bout this
'Bout this
'Bout this
Motherfucker you ain't 'bout this
My homies press record and now the whole city bouncing
Dance around the room and Ryan said "we got a fat one"
I'm always making moves went from a pony to a stallion
I feel like I just popped a Senzu Bean
Shit been adding up it's elementary
I don't f*ck with lames
None your games gon' mean a thing to me
Aristocrat my wrist's so clean
Floss and Listerine
Shit is routine been at it for a quarter century
I said I'm coming for the top
Shit been adding up I'll never stop
Addicted to the flex and none of y'all next
Because I'm on the block
Going super saying that's that shit you ain't unlock yet
And I've been way out of pocket
I'm way out of pocket what you really on
I'm tryna make these flows into a million
This some shit we could make a couple pennies on
We in the big leagues bitch you in the semi-pros
Try and quantify our blessings bitch it's too far in between
You don't qualify for lessons
Leave you breathless then it's peace
Yeah we coming excellent
Lil' Carson on the beat
Yeah we young decadents and this our own scene homie
Hey uh, NO Alarm here
Out the club a little too late
Came home to this beat by Carson
Killed this shit

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