Inkay2x - Imma Get It

I don't know what's next
(I don't know)
But I can't go out sad
(Oh no no)
People be stressing me
Always asking what's for next me
If you don't know what's next for me
Then you don't need to know
Cause imma get it
Imma get it imma get it
Imma get it imma get it
Imma
Turns haters to believers
You ain't believe in me sometimes I ain't believe either
I'm grinding till my teeth hurt
Chasing the bag like Odell Beckham Ima a receiver
No I'm not a preacher
Better watch out for the people in your corner maybe leachers
If I fall I'm landing feet first
Flexing for the cameras got that BL on my T-shirt
Sometimes I start thinking I should stop recording
I am not important
I should just abort it
Wait oh na I'm trippin
I'm not Scottie pippin
I'm more Michael Jordan
I'm a little different
I'm tryna take it to a level that it's never been
And I'm tryna make so much money I fly to never-land
I be on the island wylin while I'm smiling in the sand
And I'll cherish every moment cause some you don't get again
I don't know what's next
But I can't go out sad
People be stressing me
Always asking what's for next me
If you don't know what's next for me
Then you don't need to know
Cause imma get it
Imma get it imma get it
Imma get it imma get it
Imma
It's too late to follow now
It's too late to come around
It way too late
For you babe
Left you in the dust and sent you packing like you kool-aid
Now I got a couple plaques you came round like toothpaste
Gotta be quicker than that slow like DJ screw days
I be next up flexed up
Tryna run my check up
Seven colors of that golden cuban on my necklace
Salmon with croissant and pepper seeds up on my breakfast
Used to drive a Lexus bye Alexus I want Tesla
No you can't hang with me
If you ain't brother, sister or family
Come with some manners please
Cause I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta get right to it and
Turns haters to believers
You ain't believe in me sometimes I ain't believe either
I'm grinding till my teeth hurt
Chasing the bag like Odell Beckham ima a receiver
No I'm not a preacher
Better watch out for the people in your corner maybe leachers
If I fall I'm landing feet first
Flexing for the cameras got that BL on my T-shirt

Written by:
NKWELLE NKWELLE

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