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seno laer - at last lyrics
chorus
i never asked for no help, b_tches be hating, we tryna get to the top
vvs all on my watch, countin these racks, we know dis sh_t is a bop
mama say we up next, waiting in line, wait for the fake sh_t to stop
always be putting in work, this sh_t is nonstop, telling you f_ck all the opps
always been dreamin so vast, time movin fast, gotta go get me a bag
one day i hope to wake up, phone blowing up, me and my bro on da map
going on tour round da world, flyin first class, we left the fakes in the past
now we rounding up the stacks, made all the cash, we finally made it at last
verse 1
we didn’t have sh_t out the gate, they started to hate, didn’t think we would be great
taking trips out of the state, stay in your lane, there ain’t no time for complaints
hop out the rari f8, fill up da plate, we gonna be there with the greats
told you “yeah f_ck all the hate”, be picking up dates, dates that i need to translate
we thought we were growing world_wide, we know we can’t glide, we just gotta keep on the grind
got to go a step at a time, before we go shine, few years this sh_t gon be mine
life moving way too d_mn fast, hope i don’t crash, hop out and den do the dash
put the hoes all in a stash, we fast like the flash, you know we go come through and smash
chorus
i never asked for no help, b_tches be hating, we tryna get to the top
vvs all on my watch, countin these racks, we know dis sh_t is a bop
mama say we up next, waiting in line, wait for the fake sh_t to stop
always be putting in work, this sh_t is nonstop, telling you f_ck all the opps
always been dreamin so vast, time movin fast, gotta go get me a bag
one day i hope to wake up, phone blowing up, me and my bro on da map
going on tour round da world, flyin first class, we left the fakes in the past
now we rounding up the stacks, made all the cash, we finally made it at last
verse 2
they gon remember the name, repped on the chain, you f_ck haters stay out the way
yeah we the best in the game, ain’t no one the same, ain’t no one can f_ck with our fame
they can go step on the name, hollywood walk of fame, putting da sh_t in the frame
all of these old asses lame, skirt thru your lane, never gone tuck in the chain
right now we tryna stay blessed, f_ck all the rest, got too much sh_t on my chest
always be feeling compressed, feeling depressed, always just feeling the stress
now are you f_ckin impressed, followed the rest, is there something you need to address
now we just vibing on planes, get out my way, takin these trips outta the states’
chorus
i never asked for no help, b_tches be hating, we tryna get to the top
vvs all on my watch, countin these racks, we know dis sh_t is a bop
mama say we up next, waiting in line, wait for the fake sh_t to stop
always be putting in work, this sh_t is nonstop, telling you f_ck all the opps
always been dreamin so vast, time movin fast, gotta go get me a bag
one day i hope to wake up, phone blowing up, me and my bro on da map
going on tour round da world, flyin first class, we left the fakes in the past
now we rounding up the stacks, made all the cash, we finally made it at last
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