Kidd Adamz - Yearz In The Making
This shit some years in the making,How can I say it I waited not patiently,
They tryna' humble me down,
Caught up to the money but is it gon' wait for me,
I will not fumble this, nah,
In for the win feel like CP3/Booker,
So I can't be foolin' around,
Cause really I'll blow this shit down,
See it took me some time but I'm close,
Learning the game, gotta watch my approach,
Got no one to teach me the ropes,
Just a couple of players, no coaches,
But I know we gon' get us some rings,
Keep the heat when I ball,
Feel like Gilbert Arenas,
Had dreams I would fill up arenas,
Hippie Thuggin', we switchin the scene,
I'm not your regular artist,
Smile in your face but I'm grippin' a rod,
And my grass from Eden, the garden,
I got Eve & I'm bitin' her forbidden fruit,
She with the shit, told her get in the coupe,
Ain't rap for a while but this shit so in me,
It's like I transform when I get in the booth,
Alotta these niggas ain't really the truth,
And that's facts,
Let me switch up the flow,
Came a long ass way from kickin' in doors,
And sellin O's, that was 16 years old,
Older cousin use to kick in them stores,
It's Dade county either ball or you trap,
Kick in doors or probably runnin' the map,
Stripper poles, shawty gettin' them racks,
It don't matter the hustle,
Just know that these motherfuckers with it,
I cannot stress that enough,
I want to text that lil' slut,
I want some neck in the cut,
She could get stretched if she want,
I got a text, said "What's up",
I'm bout to head there, no rush,
I want to test how she suck,
I want some neck til' I bust,
I want some sex til' we nut,
If I hit imma fuck on the dresser,
Cause shawty some pressure,
I wish, I wish,
Pretty young thing, my type my pick,
Go to be a wild dream if I hit,
Go to be a wild dream if I-
This shit some years in the making,
How can I say it I waited not patiently,
They tryna' humble me down,
Caught up to the money but is it gon' wait for me,
I will not fumble this, nah,
In for the win feel like CP3/Booker,
So I can't be foolin' around,
Cause really I'll blow this shit down,
See it took me some time but I'm close,
Learning the game, gotta watch my approach,
Got no one to teach me the ropes,
Just a couple of players, no coaches,
But I know we gon' get us some rings,
Keep the heat when I ball,
Feel like Gilbert Arenas,
Had dreams I would fill up arenas,
Hippie Thuggin', we switchin the scene,
They ain't want me to eat,
But look at who ate with me now,
I know how to cook,
Don't save a plate for me, nah,
Held this shit on my back
And nobody had noticed it (huh?)
Now it seem like I'm all
That these people be noticing,
Seem like the motherfuckin' POTUS here,
Seem like they know what's up,
Know I'm going up,
They know I'm playing for keeps,
Ever since they took my dog from the streets,
I been lookin' for reasons to creep,
She just wanna' fuck cause her friend was my ex,
And she know she gon' leave with some tea (huh),
But I might just fuck her though,
Got me using my bills, yea,
Shout out to Buffalo,
I wish, I wish,
Pretty young thing, my type my pick,
Go to be a wild dream if I hit,
Go to be a wild dream if I-
This shit some years in the making,
How can I say it I waited not patiently,
They tryna' humble me down,
Caught up to the money but is it gon' wait for me,
I will not fumble this, nah,
In for the win feel like CP3/Booker,
So I can't be foolin' around,
Cause really I'll blow this shit down,
See it took me some time but I'm close,
Learning the game, gotta watch my approach,
Got no one to teach me the ropes,
Just a couple of players, no coaches,
But I know we gon' get us some rings,
Keep the heat when I ball,
Feel like Gilbert Arenas,
Had dreams I would fill up arenas,
Hippie Thuggin', we switchin the scene, the making,
How can I say it I waited not patiently,
They tryna' humble me down,
Caught up to the money but is it gon' wait for me,
I will not fumble this, nah,
In for the win feel like CP3/Booker,
So I can't be foolin' around,
Cause really I'll blow this shit down,
See it took me some time but I'm close,
Learning the game, gotta watch my approach,
Got no one to teach me the ropes,
Just a couple of players, no coaches,
But I know we gon' get us some rings,
Keep the heat when I ball,
Feel like Gilbert Arenas,
Had dreams I would fill up arenas,
Hippie Thuggin', we switchin the scene,
Written by:
Van-Adam Pierre
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