Cxlxb - Did It

I gotta keep my foot pushing the gas
I can't afford to be using the brakes
I go the distance I'm making it last
I'm risking it all and I'm raising the stakes
Earning my place in the game with the greats
The fam gotta eat and I'm stacking our plates
None of these dudes have the patience it takes
Looking back on the days they would hate
It feels great
Just to say that I did it
Yeah, Okay
I'm telling my momma, your son went and did it
Yeah, Okay
I'm telling my homies, your brodie done did it
Yeah, Okay
I work to be able to say that I did it
Yeah, Yeah, Okay, Haaah
Pardon my mood
Know I don't mean to be rude
But I gotta move
So excuse me
Ay, Yeah
Switching my gears
And I'm changing my lane
Now my life is movie
Ay, Yeah
Walk in a room and I got your lady asking you
"Baby who's he", say
One fucking greatest rappers she'll ever meet in this in this day and age
Okay
See, day to days a paper chase
I wanna cop the Rollsy Wraith just for the sake
Of saying I did
High as a pilot
Wanna take a private jet to a private island
Ain't no telling when I wake up
What I'm gonna wanna do or what mood I'm in
8 years later I'm still Rydin, Rydin, Rydin cause
I gotta keep my foot pushing the gas
I can't afford to be using the brakes
I go the distance I'm making it last
I'm risking it all and I'm raising the stakes
Earning my place in the game with the greats
The fam gotta eat and I'm stacking our plates
None of these dudes have the patience it takes
Looking back on the days they would hate
It feels great
Just to say that I did it
Yeah, Okay
I'm telling my momma, your son went and did it
Yeah, Okay
I'm telling my homies, your brodie done did it
Yeah, Okay
I work to be able to say that I did it
Yeah, Yeah, Okay, Haaah
I'm a Lambo Merci, you a Boxter
Swear to God I was born to be a rock star
Living life so fast I can not stop
Middle finger out the window to a cop car
In the drivers seat I get topped off
I don't take the top off cause she's got her top off
Putting my foot to the pedal if she wanna vamos
A fumar un porro
Then we rolling the trees up
I'm never kicking my feet
I always gotta stay ten down
Always working, never ease up
Spending like 7 days a week in studio
Sitting cooking all these beats up
Until the day I'm whipping my black G63 AMG
On the streets bruh, I
I gotta keep my foot pushing the gas
I can't afford to be using the brakes
I go the distance I'm making it last
I'm risking it all and I'm raising the stakes
Earning my place in the game with the greats
The fam gotta eat and I'm stacking our plates
None of these dudes have the patience it takes
Looking back on the days they would hate
It feels great
Just to say that I did it
Yeah, Okay
I'm telling my momma, your son went and did it
Yeah, Okay
I'm telling my homies, your brodie done did it
Yeah, Okay
I work to be able to say that I did it
Yeah, Yeah, Okay, Haaah

Written by:
Caleb Banatyne

Publisher:
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