Can't move in slow-mo, you know we be on the go
Underwood got that good
Can't move in slow-mo, you know we be on the go
Coming late to the party, I'll admit
Would've been there sooner, but I had a few kids
Couple decades,
I should've crewed when the beers
This millennium,
you gonna know who it is Now you ain't heard about Naja,
I'm legit
Rep bit,
gumbo,
no counterfeit Down to get dirty dollars,
I'm not exempt
Gotta play your position,
no hypocrite You know that I come from the crabs in the
bucket I want my bank account similar to Warren
Buffett's You gotta be careful when you countin'
in your ducats Humans like to stream you alone like you're
a puppet All I wanted to do was make songs
Chill with my friends and hit the bong
Be known from the loop to Hong Kong
But all I ended up was gettin' thonged
I was always disciplined in my mind
But I was tempted with distractions
Even though I'm always chasing the bag A fat ass is a distraction
Wonder why you got nowhere in your life It's because of distractions
Naja gotta make it to the finish line Ain't worried about the stretch
Real,
look,
it's crazy how they spend their whole lifetime on a timeline
Me,
I just get better like fine wine,
I grind,
grind
I was doing this before Wi-Fi
When my guys would come and hit your
face with a high-five from the blind side
Just for talking crazy
You ever talk to Jay-Z, tell him I'm the one
It can't be sung like an orphan baby
Not coming up and coming off as lazy
Standing in line just to walk in my shoes
I feel like Jordan lately
So stop comparing and stop appearing,
boy,
it's apparent I'm not misleading and not repeating,
I ain't a parent It's hunting season,
you only eating if you can bear it The top is lonely but only
cause you ain't meant to share it Been on the road with no GPS,
you see the stress Soon they'll be saying my name twice,
like we the best Feel like I cheated death Cause distraction didn't
come with distractions Ain't no way you're getting me the rest I
was always disciplined in my mind But I was tempted with distractions
Even though I'm always chasing the bag A fat ass is a distraction
Wonder why you got nowhere in your life It's because of distractions
Now you gotta make it to the finish
line Ain't worried about distractions
Shoulda,
woulda,
coulda,
been That's all past tense
Here, now, and then Only trust dead friends
I get around, just like pop digital underground
Came a long way having to deal with all these clowns That
do with me and being solid The way that I'm moving towns
I was always on the music,
but the grind I wasn't focused on it,
but the shine
Had me feeling like a dying dog,
I don't recline But wasn't making plays
and that's the reason I was so behind
Couldn't blame nobody but myself Tryna do it with no help,
top shelf
*verted isolation have you still in
11 Even though you think you're right,
your directions will leave you less
I was always disciplined in my mind
But I was tempted with distractions
Now you gotta make it to the finish
line Ain't worried about distractions