Tøuchdøwn - Gotta Blast (Moonwalkin 2)

Touchdown
3,2,1,
Gotta Blast
Tryna flood my wrist with diamonds thats gon change the climate
I rock sober on my sweater cause I'm sober minded
That money call collect I get up off my ass and find it
Still won't sell out for the check can't lose my soul behind it
Them folks gon pay me my respect don't care if it's war behind it
Stand for sumn fall for nothin so we steady climbing
These niggas hoes forreal I know they got a heavy conscious
Got tunnel vision to the mission I can't see the nonsense
All the pieces fall in play feel like the stars aligning
I stay solid in them trenches like defensive lineman
Time is money so my presence is expensive timing
Nigga want a verse he gettin taxed for this expensive rhyming
Grew up eating instant noodles now i need expensive ramen
Maison Mihara on my feet look like expensive Converse
Most these niggas full of shit so I ain't really tryna converse
Tryna get my soul in tact the devil tryna do the converse
Evil in the midst that's why the enemy divide and conquer
Had to learn the grass ain't always greener over yonder
Tryna think this life shit through sometimes I over ponder
Trapped inside my ego for a while till I discovered sonder
One small step for, Touchdown
Trapped inside my ego for awhile till I discovered sonder
I been goin crazy for awhile but on my name they slumber
Promise I ain't throwin in the towel we only goin dumber
Soon enough them 3s gon be you baby mama favorite number
Niggas praying on my downfall gon be so disgruntled
Niggas know I'm betting on myself just like the over-under
I'm putting fear in niggas hearts just like the Undertaker
Just tryna help my niggas win based on my nomenclature
Pray the Lord forgive me of the sins that's in my nature
Trappin put you in the pin I'm hustling off the pen and paper
Made it happen now or never couldn't save this shit for later
Gotta blast

Written by:
Tamerick Simpson

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