Bgr8$moove - Can't Hold Me

Talking my talk not a love song
Don't get me started on drip got a ton on
Chain on my neck shine like I got the sun on
Why you rap bout them brands
And you ain't got none on Uhhh
I ran outta space in my closet
Care less bout delays I get to it regardless
YFN Lucci a youngin' been heartless
I heard yo song immediately paused it
Uhhh
I earned my stripes now I feel like Adidas
Chance you take my bag zero like Gilbert Arenas
These bars so hard need to put em on Genius
Bro stay with the racket, Serena and Venus
Threw that sh*t on honestly for no reason
A youngin' call plays for the green Brad Stevens
I stay causing carnage, a menace like Cletus
I'd still chase the bag if I was paraplegic
New earrings flash like adobe
Inside and out making plays Evan Mobley
They gone analyze my moves like Jalen and Jacoby
Meanwhile imma stay with bread no hoagie
Bro stay with the 9 like Tony
Playmaker out the O, like Bradley Roby
Keep upping the score, that's what bro told me
Sorry not sorry, Can't nobody hold me
Sox hat but I'm not from Chicago
Should've went to Duke, way I'm ballin like Paulo
I set the trend just for them to go follow
He think his fit it huh, but it's not though
How he a shooter his jumper like Thabo
Man bro got that Ultralight Beam, Life of Pablo
You know me I can't fold I'm no taco
Gotta make it, the fam got high hopes
Composed you won't see me panicking
The fit I got on, should be on a manikin
I know they talking pay no mind to rambling
When it wasn't in my pocket I had to start scrambling
Someone told me that pressure make diamonds
Take a look at me now, you can tell that I'm shining
My folks back in Cleveland would say that I'm hollin
Didn't work the first time I went back and refined it
I gotta go get the green no goblin
Me and broke n*ggas got nothing in common
Imma bad boy like Isiah Thomas
Boy you a clown like Tristan Thompson
You wanna ride the wave come hop on
I put in work and improved like Siakham
I cop em' might not even rock em'
Same shoes that you pressed bout I already got them
We up so much that I don't know the score
They wasn't tryna let me in, so I kicked down the door
I keep my hands full, but still asking for more
Because I cannot settle for less anymore
Imma get rich or die trying either or
Bro stay sipping that color of the team in B-more
Imma go get my sack just like Richard Seymour
When it's all said and done
Imma win that's forsure
Talking my talk not a love song
Don't get me started on drip got a ton on
Chain on my neck shine like I got the sun on
Why you rap bout them brands
And you ain't got none on Uhhh
I ran outta space in my closet
Care less bout delays I get to it regardless
YFN Lucci a youngin' been heartless
I heard yo song immediately paused it
Uhhh
I earned my stripes now I feel like Adidas
Chance you take my bag zero like Gilbert Arenas
These bars so hard need to put em on genius
Bro stay with the racket, Serena and Venus
Threw that sh*t on honestly for no reason
A youngin' call plays for the green Brad Stevens
I stay causing carnage, a menace like Cletus
I'd still chase the bag if I was paraplegic

Written by:
Sean McMillan

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