WHAT I SAY

Got your girl puttin' all ten digits in my phone Got your bro thinkin' wishin' that he was my bro Drip down to my shoes and all the way to my clothes They like "Nacho how you got that many flows?" I said, bro, it's natural, just how it goes They like there gon' be some haters, oh, I know I just stay in my path in my road Gonna be doin' music even when I'm old I'ma be somethin', at least that's what I'm told No discussion, I'ma be the best I know No concussion, my future's clear for sure No enemies, cuz whatever I say it goes Got your girl puttin' all ten digits in my phone Got your bro thinkin' wishin' that he was my bro Drip down to my shoes and all the way to my clothes They like "Nacho how you got that many flows?" I said, bro, it's natural, just how it goes They like there gon' be some haters, oh, I know I just stay in my path in my road Gonna be doin' music even when I'm old I'ma be somethin', at least that's what I'm told No discussion, I'ma be the best I know No concussion, my future's clear for sure No enemies, cuz whatever I say it goes You should know me by now, what I say goes I'm irrefutable, you could never ever say no I sit in the front seat while they sit on the floor Yeah, I might be short, but you ain't lower than low I can switch it up a bit, I can get on a new flow I can make that godly music, I,I can make your feet float This straight off my mind, none of this stuff is wrote Keep these lyrics right on me like a gun bein' tote Who has time to really mope, huh, me No Gotta keep my head up, prayin' like a pope Gonna watch as people with a dirty nose float Gotta clean up blood when I'm done Cuz I ain't tryna have a case, no way, no, no, no I'ma keep on spittin' like a gun And run away from the fake people that tryna have fun Cuz I'm tryna get that money, cut all of the funny Before I leave you in a bush cryin' with your nose runny Yeah, I know it's all violent But that's the only way to make a boy silent You gotta be the first before they try it Cause you're gonna feel backstabbed, and you can't even fight it You gotta teach him a lesson Like you a teacher tryna show him guidance Yeah, up a side note, y'all keep worryin' bout lightin I don't even need light to take a good picture Ooh, I just look good as is Uh, But for real though, I'm just spazzin This what you call real boi rappin I remember back in my day I was pencil tapping Now I'm up now, and I Got your girl puttin' all ten digits in my phone Got your bro thinkin' wishin' that he was my bro Drip down to my shoes and all the way to my clothes They like "Nacho how you got that many flows?" I said, bro, it's natural, just how it goes They like there gon' be some haters, oh, I know I just stay in my path in my road Gonna be doin' music even when I'm old I'ma be somethin', at least that's what I'm told No discussion, I'ma be the best I know No concussion, my future's clear for sure No enemies, cuz whatever I say it goes That's what I'm told I'ma be Future's clear That's what I, what I say