RZE Gold - CONGRATULATIONS

Yeah
Gotta make my way back up these hills
Ain't no way I'ma sit back and chill
Still got a lot on my plate from the deals
On the side, I'm cocking it back like it's steel
Hated going outside, I put the crack in the sill
The flow in these verses pay bills
Lost heart every meal
Was hard to get back on my heels
My mind on the fortunes for real
Full metal jacket, get a good taste of my backhand, knowing I'm born to kill
Just like a bracket, I'm on to the next with the ratchet
My horns gon' swarm in your ribs
Don't say you the GOAT, you may just get popped like a ram
You never been out in that field
I'm coming for next, I'm cutting your throats in the fan
You gon' know just how I feel
Yeah
I'm bad to the bone
I'ma sip on Moscato and stretch out your thong
Just made a bag off of spinning these songs
You hiding your bars, now your cover is blown
Never picked up the phone, hear the sound of the tone
Froze up my wrist, had to get in my zone
Got the trap in a safe, you can keep all your loans
Got rid of my circle, I rep it alone
Yeah
I'm rent free in your head, I enjoy all the places I own
Don't talk to me, you may be leading the feds
I'm tryna right all of my wrongs
Just swinging my dreads, I'ma take flight like a drone
Bank head baguettes, pick you out like a comb
Little thot give me head, you can't stay in my home
I'ma count up this bread, then put grip on my chrome

I'm the best in the world, I'ma be the champion
No time for the girls, so you can carry on
Been doing these curls, don't need vacations
When I pop out the shell, don't want congratulations

Yeah
We pop out at your crib
Rocking the baby, lil' bitch get a bib
Outside of this life, you really a wimp
Make use of them legs or you gon' leave with a limp
Calling the shots, you can't make no attempt
Try to freeze up my game, I'll heat up like a temp
I'ma scorch you, all of my sons gon' destroy you
I pop in, and you jump out the gym
Remember when I never stayed sober
Pouring the drink, I was smoking out sodas
Now I'm putting these n****s on posters
The streets made a monster, I feel like an Ogre
I'm the most wanted, you drop a new tape, we don't want it
They blasting my shit man I'm going in
Stay in your trap, we running your city tonight
We balling up 'til the morning

Yeah
Stay in your trap, we running your city tonight
We balling up 'til the morning
Stay in your trap
We balling up 'til the morning

Written by:
Lineal Powell

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