Wonderkid

You, keep dreamin Of making it big But you don't know How much is left in the tank I, am not you, who keeps Falling, falling, falling down Back on my bullshit, back on a track Me on top, no one else on the map Who does it like me? I got ADHD So pardon me please, if I can't stay relaxed First things first, (What's up?) I'm never gonna stop with this music shit If I ever do, feel free to talk shit Golden child, I'm the wonderkid Nowadays I don't really get no sleep There's not a hill too steep for me Promise to you, that I'm getting promoted From Ligue 1 to the Champions League (Suiii) Time over money Money it flows it comes and goes Ain't difficult to get it restored But when it comes to time, you can't make more I got the (Huh?) I got the (What?) I got the, I got the, I got the sauce I want it all, tryna live large I'm a young boss, stacking it tall Punching it up, like uppercuts I don't got doubles, I do my own stunts You know what they say, you are what you smoke All of your music sounds too blunt I'm not even famous yet, but I got Exes calling, haters talking Fans applauding, vipers watching Haters talking, exes calling You, keep dreamin Of making it big But you don't know How much is left in the tank I, am not you, who keeps Falling, falling, falling down I killed a couple friends that were holding me back I'm a nice man tho, I cut some slack I hosted all of their funerals Thing is though, that nobody came You and I, we are not the same Humble ass man, but I know my weight We're not on the same level (Bitch) Let alone in the same game You know I love my women But for sure you won't catch me simpin More of a baller than thee Scotty Pippen Late at night, nah we ain't drinkin Dropped all the sidehoes on my list I ain't playin, I'm tryna make it big For right now, can't touch the prince I threw the baddest bitch in the bin Then there's you Desperate for pussy, I ain't showing mercy You getting curved while I do the curving Got your bitch asking for my number and jersey Heard that she thirsty, give her my slurpee Pulled a blue jay, got the bird box chirping Dropped out of college late last year But I still get the baddies from USC to Berkeley (Damn) I'm not even famous yet, but I got Exes calling, haters talking Fans applauding, vipers watching Haters talking, exes calling You, keep dreamin Of making it big But you don't know How much is left in the tank I, am not you, who keeps Falling, falling, falling down And for those that don't know (What's good?) I just got engaged Getting married to the game, heading for the hall of fame Loyal to my baby and I'll never ever change Thoroughbred, how I lead the race I was born special, it's no debate Eliminate opposition rates I'm blessed with the jakes, pace of a featherweight They told me to quit with the music To focus on finding my soulmate But what they do not realize Is that I already found it, music's my soulmate I got hella people keeping tabs on me Lurking and stalking my IG feed Yeah, you might be inches taller But you still looking up to me (Brr) (Brr) (Brr) (Brr)