colorgrade

Yeah, ok Three years old when I decided I was built for finer things Mirror Iverson the way I'm balling hard without the rings You ain't wanna talk I had to come and tell you minor things Now I gotta walk guess I'm a product of my mommas ways So if you got a problem leave my dick alone and walk away Can't convince a model you don't even wanna see her face So Imma keep on running till the day I see my destiny Shit was never cookie cut for me I had to make a way Shout to my brothers, mane Short attention span but no this love won't ever change for you I been putting on to try and see these record sales Still the standing next to me when every single record fails I could be you without a hundred-thousand follow page I could be you without a hundred-thousand dollars change But I don't want nothing to do with all your money games All the people you around is just a bunch of fancy lames Just a bunch of fancy lames Try to pull that shit on me and bro? You best get out the way I ain't wait for no one I cannot be nobody's thing Seeing through the moving motions pictures and the colorgrade Of course I'll never stay the same Every single move that imma make is centered round the change Find your people first The money's bound to find it's way I can't ever stress bout a dollar bill or paper play Still all you motherfuckers say He just don't deserve it, we can't let him have his way So now the jersey got some brand new swag up on the nameplate Never saw it coming its that N before them two 8s