Wonderkid Lyrics

You, keep dreamin

Of making it big

But you don't know

How much is left in the tank

I, am not you, who keeps

Falling, falling, falling down

Back on my bullshit, back on a track

Me on top, no one else on the map

Who does it like me? I got ADHD

So pardon me please, if I can't stay relaxed

First things first, (What's up?)

I'm never gonna stop with this music shit

If I ever do, feel free to talk shit

Golden child, I'm the wonderkid

Nowadays I don't really get no sleep

There's not a hill too steep for me

Promise to you, that I'm getting promoted

From Ligue 1 to the Champions League (Suiii)

Time over money

Money it flows it comes and goes

Ain't difficult to get it restored

But when it comes to time, you can't make more

I got the (Huh?) I got the (What?)

I got the, I got the, I got the sauce

I want it all, tryna live large

I'm a young boss, stacking it tall

Punching it up, like uppercuts

I don't got doubles, I do my own stunts

You know what they say, you are what you smoke

All of your music sounds too blunt

I'm not even famous yet, but I got

Exes calling, haters talking

Fans applauding, vipers watching

Haters talking, exes calling

You, keep dreamin

Of making it big

But you don't know

How much is left in the tank

I, am not you, who keeps

Falling, falling, falling down

I killed a couple friends that were holding me back

I'm a nice man tho, I cut some slack

I hosted all of their funerals

Thing is though, that nobody came

You and I, we are not the same

Humble ass man, but I know my weight

We're not on the same level (Bitch)

Let alone in the same game

You know I love my women

But for sure you won't catch me simpin

More of a baller than thee Scotty Pippen

Late at night, nah we ain't drinkin

Dropped all the sidehoes on my list

I ain't playin, I'm tryna make it big

For right now, can't touch the prince

I threw the baddest bitch in the bin

Then there's you

Desperate for pussy, I ain't showing mercy

You getting curved while I do the curving

Got your bitch asking for my number and jersey

Heard that she thirsty, give her my slurpee

Pulled a blue jay, got the bird box chirping

Dropped out of college late last year

But I still get the baddies from USC to Berkeley (Damn)

I'm not even famous yet, but I got

Exes calling, haters talking

Fans applauding, vipers watching

Haters talking, exes calling

You, keep dreamin

Of making it big

But you don't know

How much is left in the tank

I, am not you, who keeps

Falling, falling, falling down

And for those that don't know (What's good?)

I just got engaged

Getting married to the game, heading for the hall of fame

Loyal to my baby and I'll never ever change

Thoroughbred, how I lead the race

I was born special, it's no debate

Eliminate opposition rates

I'm blessed with the jakes, pace of a featherweight

They told me to quit with the music

To focus on finding my soulmate

But what they do not realize

Is that I already found it, music's my soulmate

I got hella people keeping tabs on me

Lurking and stalking my IG feed

Yeah, you might be inches taller

But you still looking up to me

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