How many tracks do I gotta write?
And how many trends do I gotta ride?
I ain't got a car but I got a ride
I don't got a car because I be flying high
So spare me this last verse, I'm spazzing out
And I don't take hate, I just block it out
So no matter the pain that I go through
The hunger I got will be all that I need for now
Uh
I've talked about it before, I am tired of not being up onto the billboards
And I'm kind of getting sore, but I'm gonna push more
So ignore the open door, of course that's my divine right to be much more
So back out of my way I'm gonna be on a new course
Imma be in a blue Porsche, ignoring the blue force
I'm speeding up to your level and you too poor
My family sues more and I gotta lose more
But they gotta cruise more, so I gotta bruise more
But nothing will soothe more than drinking up booze more
So I get my wallet, tell them all they can choose more
But that doesn't mean you're happy you will dream more
I learned from the team more that we got a dream tour
To pay for your mortgage until you're at morgue age
And you're on the same page as Christopher Reeve's legs
I don't like to brag about my money, I just think it's comical you think you're buzzing
I would rather gradually make the fans
Instead of blowing up and falling off the wall like some Vans
Don't be running your mouth cause I ain't playin' around
And I'm about up to here by now
Get out of my face and get back into the crowd
Me and Dhino about to fuck it up with our sounds
We're playing it loud, woo!
How many tracks do I gotta write?
And how many trends do I gotta ride?
I ain't got a car but I got a ride
I don't got a car because I be flying high
So spare me this last verse, I'm spazzing out
And I don't take hate, I just block it out
So no matter the pain that I go through
The hunger I got will be all that I need for now
Aye, writin' these verses in like a minute I admit it I'm up in it, the only way I can get it
Start to finish, got no limit a minute, don't need to win it
I really promise I'm winning, knew it from the beginning
Smokin' on this spinach, got Popeye inside my spirit
While sippin' up on a Guinness, I'm really calling these spirits
Hit you with a pivot if you inside of my business
Had to drop, I quit it and went and made my own business
That's just how a boss moves, only making boss-moves
Got all of my haters sick, somebody say "achoo", bless
I got no stress, onto the next if you gettin' too close, ghost
I need a phantom like Danny
Never gon' switch on the grind like a tranny
Give me the Grammys and not the fake love
Only thanking God 'cause no one above
How many tracks do I gotta write?
And how many trends do I gotta ride?
I ain't got a car but I got a ride
I don't got a car because I be flying high
So spare me this last verse, I'm spazzing out
And I don't take hate, I just block it out
So no matter the pain that I go through
The hunger I got will be all that I need for now
How many tracks do I gotta write?
And how many trends do I gotta ride?
I ain't got a car but I got a ride
I don't got a car because I be flying high
So spare me this last verse, I'm spazzing out
And I don't take hate, I just block it out
So no matter the pain that I go through
The hunger I got will be all that I need for now