Feel like I'm ready for the limelight,
wait for the right time to unleash
All I wanna do in the nighttime is find the right rhymes and compete
Feel like I'm ready for the limelight,
wait for the right time to unleash
All I wanna do in the nighttime is find the right rhymes and compete
Feel like I'm ready for the limelight,
wait for the right time to unleash
All I wanna do in the nighttime is find the right rhymes and compete
Cause I'm knocking up niggas' eyeline,
remaining in my prime every week
Go hard in the paint with the mics,
why I'm leaving them wide-eyed like,
shh
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know
You can't get me off of my throne, nah, nah
It's a matter of time until I blow up,
you wanna hate on me,
I'm like,
so what
You won't say a word when I show up, huh
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
got a bunch of friends calling my phone
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
got a bunch of friends calling my phone
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know
Say that I'm number one, yeah I know
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
got a bunch of friends calling my phone
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
got a bunch of friends calling my phone
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know
Say that I'm number one, yeah I know
Feel like I'm ready for the limelight,
wait for the right time to unleash
All I'ma let you in the nighttime,
smile and write rhymes,
say compete
Feel like I'm ready for the limelight,
wait for the right time to unleash
All I'ma let you in the nighttime,
smile and write rhymes,
say compete
Feel like I'm ready for the limelight,
wait for the right time to unleash
All I'ma let you in the nighttime,
smile and write rhymes,
say compete
Cause I'm knocking up niggas' eyeline,
remaining in my prime every week
Go hard in the pink with the mics,
while I'm leaving the wide-eyed like,
shoot
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know
You can't get me off my phone, nah nah
It's a matter of time until I blow up,
you wanna hate on me I'm about to stow up
You won't say a word when I show up, huh
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
got a bunch of friends calling my phone
Got a bunch of friends calling my phone,
say that I'm number one,
yeah I know