[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid, T.I.]
For God, be able to remember the times that we are here, each one of us
That they will keep his legacy and make his family one that will have a name for himself
Yeah, RIP Uncle Keith
Yeah
Ayy, listen, as legend tells you
You are controlling your own destiny, man
Y'all really overusing the word GOAT
Like, I'm tired of that shit
You direct your path, man
You choose your fate
Natra on the beat, Rhyme on the sampling
Don't look for nobody else to do shit for you, man
To put you on-put your motherfucking self on, nigga
This your world
[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
I guess it's ho season
Where niggas don't even know you but call you bro season
I really don't need 'em
Don't know me very well and even though they not laughing, they're the type to text LOL for no reason
Tripping, I would never fake my image
Guess I ain't popping 'til Soulja Boy say my name with a question mark and an exclamation mark with it, huh
Get it?
I think it's time to run up the facts
I'm like a Jansport custom but motherfucker all I want is a bag
And I ain't that nigga stuck in the past
Don't ask about Cash Money, already paid 'em back their money in cash
Even though I'm tough and honest, I'm going up in mileage
Another graphic designer promoting in my comments
I'm like, I'm cold hearted and real torn
I've been chilling in the cut like Neosporin
Grinding, wildin', niggas that I helped still shitting on me
Our partner's baby Mom's still hitting on me
Don't overthink shit first, the crazy thing is hell knowing that'll make shit hurt
She only do it out of spite 'cause he ain't really in his child's life but I know that'll make shit worse
Turn the seed to a bastard, speeding the fastest
Brother and the FED like feeding the past-tense
We getting passed when June caught a murder charge, never would imagine
Needing money for his lawyer, man I wish I had it
Northside Atlanta, niggas knowing I'm the captain
Made more money than my niggas that were trapping
These rappers wear purse and you act like it's fashion
Tyreek Hill, I'm on the field movin' the fastest
My bitch bad, she might enter a beauty pageant
Told all my youngins, look at the world, you can have it
For God, be able to remember the times that we are here, each one of us
That they will keep his legacy and make his family one that will have a name for himself
Yeah, RIP Uncle Keith
Yeah
Ayy, listen, as legend tells you
You are controlling your own destiny, man
Y'all really overusing the word GOAT
Like, I'm tired of that shit
You direct your path, man
You choose your fate
Natra on the beat, Rhyme on the sampling
Don't look for nobody else to do shit for you, man
To put you on-put your motherfucking self on, nigga
This your world
[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
I guess it's ho season
Where niggas don't even know you but call you bro season
I really don't need 'em
Don't know me very well and even though they not laughing, they're the type to text LOL for no reason
Tripping, I would never fake my image
Guess I ain't popping 'til Soulja Boy say my name with a question mark and an exclamation mark with it, huh
Get it?
I think it's time to run up the facts
I'm like a Jansport custom but motherfucker all I want is a bag
And I ain't that nigga stuck in the past
Don't ask about Cash Money, already paid 'em back their money in cash
Even though I'm tough and honest, I'm going up in mileage
Another graphic designer promoting in my comments
I'm like, I'm cold hearted and real torn
I've been chilling in the cut like Neosporin
Grinding, wildin', niggas that I helped still shitting on me
Our partner's baby Mom's still hitting on me
Don't overthink shit first, the crazy thing is hell knowing that'll make shit hurt
She only do it out of spite 'cause he ain't really in his child's life but I know that'll make shit worse
Turn the seed to a bastard, speeding the fastest
Brother and the FED like feeding the past-tense
We getting passed when June caught a murder charge, never would imagine
Needing money for his lawyer, man I wish I had it
Northside Atlanta, niggas knowing I'm the captain
Made more money than my niggas that were trapping
These rappers wear purse and you act like it's fashion
Tyreek Hill, I'm on the field movin' the fastest
My bitch bad, she might enter a beauty pageant
Told all my youngins, look at the world, you can have it
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