No Ceilings YFN Lucci

[Intro]
(KE on The Track)
So much work to do (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(DJ Lavish Lee)
Six figures turned into seven (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Turned into eight, we goin' for nine (Yeah, yeah, look)

[Verse 1]
Okay, lil’ elevation, sick of waitin'
I know what Bigga said, but I'm sick of bein’ patient
(So sick of bein' patient)
And God bless my nigga dead but we still retaliatin' (Uh)
He's devastatin' (Yeah)
I love my dawg, ain't no celebratin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They still hatin', niggas still fakin’
Ain’t even know we from the bottom, nigga, we still made it
They throwin' dirt on my name, look what I did lately
Ayy, don’t get mad, I been speakin' on how I feel lately
This real, ain't it? Uh
Why I need a writer when I illustrate?
Never been debate, and I can tell you how I fill my plate
Never gotta fake, I motivate, they know 'bout little Ra’
I been on my grind since my little days, ayy
I been on my grind, I know that grind pay
Just like crime pay, like a job pay
Became a boss, I create my own pay
I done made my own way, I pray it don't go away
I'm poppin' like André, I'm just bein' honest
I'm poppin' like André
I probably, I probably pop up with a Beyoncé
Don't tell your fiancé
I talk more shit, I talk more shit, way more shit than Kanye
I got me some honey that'll do whatever the don say