Digits

Trying to reach my pinnacle, so I just run it up Up Big dog status, but not you, you just a pup Pup Grinding day to day, just trying to get it out the mud Mud I ain't trying to stop this music shit, it's in my blood Blood Hit the gas and do the dash, just leave these pussies in the dust Can't find no one loyal nowadays, someone to fucking trust Always capping through your teeth man, just stop with all the fuss Gotta emphasize the motto, never them and always us Beat be switching up just like its name was Benedict Arnold If you ain't trying to grow, how you expect to benefit? What? I be in my mode locked in, I'm on my shit Shit When I say I'm busy, she just go and throw a fit Salty Supreme on my tee Uh Blowing gas I can't breathe Smoke They saying it's way too loud, but that just the tree Gas Got J's on my feet J's D-Wade this shit heat Miami Buzzer beater on the fourth quarter? Now that's keeping it P And I'm keeping it G A hundred Sipping henny like tea Water And I'm posted up in my zone Zone Like Allen from three Ray Come f*ck with the team Team I be letting off steam All up in the booth and shit Spitting Feeling like the machine The plan's to run the digits I want it, I'ma get it Black ops, I'm on a mission Just cooking in the kitchen In the cut so much, need stitches Still money over bitches Level up, so burn them bridges Life short, just got to live it Feel like I'm Babe Ruth Homerun I be calling my shots Shots Different flows, I got lots Plenty Only focused on guap Racks I be all in the booth Booth Spitting what I got Spitting I'ma head to the top Top Whether.. you like it or not Ain't got no time for games, so I don't need a token Nope Fluffy, loud, and potent describe the shit that I'm smoking Tunnel vision locked in, like I got laser focus Zone She left me speechless, made it disappear like hocus pocus Magic Fresh to death I'm styling, she giving me neck like violin Whoa Several years from now, that money gon' be fucking piling Bills Raging at the shows, with my dawgs yeah we be wilding Chill Took too many shots, can't even tell you what the time is Nope Got to fight my demons every day, there no way out Na Mother fuckers nowadays will do anything for clout Whack Even when I feel burnt out, I got to go all out Go Know I got to keep it going when I'm filled with doubt Let's go Yeah I know my circle small, but just know my laptop my bestie Had to ask if she played for Barcelona, cause she's so messy All up in my zone, this instrumental hitting kind of heavy Type of shit to celebrate victory to, where the confetti? Never fun and games, some nights be getting kind of eerie Eerie Some spooky shit, I got to keep the snakes from getting near me Go away Can't let them get to me, just got to have faith, I got a theory Yeah They don't see the vision, cause they never try, we see that clearly The plan's to run the digits I want it, I'ma get it Black ops, I'm on a mission Just cooking in the kitchen In the cut so much, need stitches Still money over bitches Level up, so burn them bridges Life short, just got to live it Feel like I'm Babe Ruth Homerun I be calling my shots Shots Different flows, I got lots Plenty Only focused on guap Racks I be all in the booth Booth Spitting what I got Spitting I'ma head to the top Top Whether.. you like it or not