Lyrics:
a million endorsements
I been on chill but really I'm scorching
On my way to the Forbes list
She said I'm too player but I made the game all by myself
It's
by the fame
It's just a product of the work
'Stead I been cooped up in the
Studio and selling outta merch
While I been staking out the game
I know it's
Don't step outta line or get stomped by the timbs shoe game so hard like it work at the gym
You fakes and us real ones we never do blend
I stay on my own
know that It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe)
I'm a blow up one day check the studio
Yo girl tried to fool me though (Yah)
You might be thinking
three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
Was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
From booty
want to sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go
I do my thing yo
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
game so 'fore you step in the arcade
Be ready for death Carols, barrels and perils
Be ready for death Carol's barrels and perils
I ran into a mummy then
Ain't no stopping no sidetracking
Yo, I'm on the go, ayy
All or nothing
See the cake deh yah fi cut it
Lace up mi boots, buckle mi belt
Shirt deh yah
and fuck in yo office
Ion want her she basic
They call me the goat I'll take it
Step in the game outrageous
Cause bitch I got soul like Asic
Shootin' at feet
of me
As long as time keeps on passing by (passing by)
You'll always be my baby boy
Yo, ten, ten, she decide she gorgeous
Flawless, why I gotta step
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
Oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh
Hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man
Straight up, ugh
I'm too deep to quit, and too strick
Him back, he's been replaced
We're the gangstas, the hustlers, we run this fuckin' town
Jesus tried to step up, but we shut his ass down (Fuck Jesus
guy
Think you spitting big facts like you Bill Nye
So high, work the wifi
Keep on pushing til' we pack out Sofi
(Hit em with it)
Step it up
Step on em'
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
The one's doin all the extra shit be the ones tellin all the lies
I'm 2 steps ahead and I stay ready you ain't gonna catch me by surprise
Keepin it
me
Don’t be blowing up my damn phone
Said you was taken
You still text me when yo man home
So disrespectful
Imma
See
You
There
We know it’s wrong
They
Now I'm kinda grown
Linking up with them to blow (Love to smoke)
Game so smoove
Could have anyone I want
Kodak In them DMs
Like, "Can you drive
You hold and bust the swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in
a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in
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