Yeah, gotta keep goin’
Ooh, yeah, gotta keep goin’
I don’t measure up the lean ’cause I just keep pourin’
I don’t keep score when I win, I just keep scorin’
(Hit-Boy)
Ooh, yeah, gotta keep goin’
I don’t measure up the lean ’cause I just keep pourin’
I don’t keep score when I win, I just keep scorin’
Used to borrow my car, now I pull up with three foreigns
Bust down my wrist and my chain, I’ma keep glowin’
Still movin’ bricks in the hood, it’s gon’ keep snowin’
Stand on business, you lil’ niggas be tiptoein’
These ain’t Converse All Stars, these some Rick Owens
Came from a shoebox, I’m fillin’ up the bank account
When you put that work in, ain’t no way that you won’t make it out
Baggin’ up gram after gram and I was spacin’ out
Could’ve got a handout, but I went and took the paper route
Ooh, yeah, I went the money way
I took a lot of L’s, but the cash, it took the pain away
Fuck a bitch, leave the bitch, hit ’em with the fadeaway
Rappin’ in this bitch ’cause I ain’t even come to play today
Ain’t no cappin’ in this bitch, I don’t know how much I made today
Try to leave the trap, no cap, but I can’t stay away
I’m really rich, but every day, I wake up lookin’ for a play
Yeah, it’s up, but it’s on the floor today
I ain’t trickin’, I just paid a ho to go away
Talkin’ that shit, I can go for days
You niggas reminiscin’ ’bout the older days
While I’m doin’ overtime, still gettin’ overpaid (Yeah, yeah)
Tap my son in ‘fore I hit the streets
Give him a kiss on the head, then I grab my heat
I’ll never let the fuck shit get to me
I’ll let the chopper sing like a symphony
My money real long like a centipede (ayy)
You gotta mention I’m the GOAT when you mention me (ayy)
I’m the MVP, it ain’t no bench to me
And I ain’t never finna stop, I know they sick of me
Twenty thousand, forty thousand, fifty thousand, run it up
We ain’t in the same category ’cause you ain’t done enough
You could try to rob me, I don’t think you niggas dumb enough
Ain’t nobody ever help me when I was comin’ up
I get a hundred thousand for the show and that should sum it up
Hit the strip club, make it rain, baby, fuck it up
Married to the game, see the ring, I’m so in love with us
You ain’t one of us if you ain’t trap or sold these drugs with us
I’m really in the field every day, baby, I’m one of one
And I’m with the never lack gang, we always totin’ guns
Every time I hit her from the back, she always tryna run
You can leave your nigga where he at and come and have some fun
Ooh, yeah, come enjoy yourself
You don’t need no nigga, baby girl, you could spoil yourself
You could start a trap, make it back, and employ yourself
I know where I stand and who I am, better know yourself (yeah)
Tap my son in ‘fore I hit the streets
Give him a kiss on the head, then I grab my heat
I’ll never let the fuck shit get to me
I’ll let the chopper sing like a symphony
My money real long like a centipede (ayy)
You gotta mention I’m the GOAT when you mention me (ayy)
I’m the MVP, it ain’t no bench to me
And I ain’t never finna stop, I know they sick of me
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