Lyrics

I'm taking credit for all of the things that I'm doing for myself See I had no help Giving my thanks and saying my grace to all of the things That got me through hell Chasing my bag and watching progression I'm hitting the stu and improving my sound My smiles getting bigger and notes getting thicker I'm growing and showing out You couldn't tell I'm making hits repeat Taking it all to the big league Tryna see green like seaweed Ian tryna play for the B team 10:19 See the 10:19 A G popped out, and the G was me Hit the ground running on my two feet 10:19 See the 10:19 Big move Boutta make a big move Always on time like rent due, woah Know imma rep that 2 0 5 Buddy don't kill my vibe I'll walk down that ego high Not on my team We'll tell em bye Greasy lil head like an overcooked fry Ion really gotta say too much They speak foreign I call em dutch On my own ion need a crutch Ion really talk that such n such Barely get by With a whack thwack high Tryna look harder But he ain't even harder He holding up dollars I'm holding wads up Pop out Cali vibing in the studio This my 8th hit call me Julio I'm taking credit for all of the things that I'm doing for myself See I had no help Giving my thanks and saying my grace to all of the things That got me through hell Chasing my bag and watching progression I'm hitting the stu and improving my sound My smiles getting bigger and notes getting thicker I'm growing and showing out You couldn't tell I'm making hits repeat Taking it all to the big league Tryna see green like seaweed Ian tryna play for the B team 10:19 See the 10:19 A G popped out, and the G was me Hit the ground running on my two feet 10:19 See the 10:19 10:19 10:19
Writer(s): Zachary Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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