Baby C4 - ROTY (Outro)

Rookie of the Year and you ain't I done yet
Got a lil vibe and she know where my trust at
I was gon chill but a nigga like fuck that
Ima keep going cus its where my love at
Lock my heart cus the world so getting colder
Team on the back got the world on my shoulders
She in front line come through like a soldier
Wrist hit Neck hit Ice like boulders
Chasing my checks i just do it like nike
Compete wit myself everyday i be hearing y'all songs and it's no one like me
The world so cold but i still a cop a chain and a watch cus shit too icy
Pouring up a 4 for the gang I ride for my team you would think i was spike lee
Aye, I set up a goal then i make it happen,
Niggas they flopping like nigga what happened ,
Tryna fit in so they do lotta capping, They hide behind cameras then niggas be acting
Pockets got bigger you know that i'm having,
Im rocking amiri i'm loving the fashion
And Once i get done with this rapping
I'll go down the greatest just like I imagined
Hop out the motherfucking coupe wit a ten out of ten,
My shawty she know she the baddest
Niggas who diss on them records be searching for clout the same ones they go out the saddest
C4 be balling like AI you know i'm one so nah i ain't never need practice
I'm chasing that sack like it's madden, Making hits on hits cus
Rookie of the Year and you ain't I done yet
Got a lil vibe and she know where my trust at
I was gon chill but a nigga like fuck that
Ima keep going cus its where my love at
Lock my heart cus the world so getting colder
Team on the back got the world on my shoulders
She in front line come through like a soldier
Wrist hit Neck hit Ice like boulders
I Come in this motherfucker trim like a barber i fuck round and air out the scene
Been in the streets since a youngin i ride wit them sweepers so you know that shit getting clean
Been on the road tryna stack up this cheddar yea bitch for this money you know ima fein
My girl not from nyc but you know she a pyt yea she know she a queen
I'm putting my all in these songs i can't even chill without making a verse
And you know i'm keeping my foot on the gas so nah it's no way i can go in reverse
I got rid of niggas that wasn't gon ride the moments i put all that shit in a hearse
All black and a ski is a perfect disguise im robbing the niggas that's coming in first
804 got this shit tatted the place you was raised need love the memories last
Niggas move out of the hood and forget bout the struggle i'm never ignoring my past
Gotta show love to my pops he done brought up a star bitch i know i'm ahead of my class
Cant wait to sell out them shows and be on that road until then im doin the dash

Written by:
Kevin Harris

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