Made Of Lyrics

I ain't tryna spazz, but I might have to

Walking with Christ, so I'm feeling like I'm Matthew

Why he even talking, like um dawg who asked you?

Moving super sonic speed, sorry if I pass you

Yeah cause I just overlapped, running laps, I be needing new cleats

Under wraps, keep on stacking, 'til I'm filthy (filthy rich)

When I rap on track, keep the flow real silky

Check the stats, check the map, the greatest where I will be

Yeah I run the town like I'm the mayor

Never let 'em know the next move, baby yeah I keep it player

Oh you got sauce, but ain't got flavor

Heard you talking tough, this your chance, homie show me what you're made of

Stacking up the bread, so I can put it on the table

I ain't sign no deal, holographic content the label

The way I'm blowing money dawg, you would think it's play-doh

No my name not Simon, but shawty do what I say so

Yeah, I can only go up from here

I been self reflecting lately, like I looked in the mirror

I ain't scared of no man, it's only God that I fear

I ain't better than no one, but I'm ahead of my peers

I'm talking lyrically

Yeah I'm a king, but you know it ain't no tyranny

I don't walk by sight, cause you know I'm walking spiritually

Ain't no handles on me, so I promise you not steering me

But I keep the handles, cross 'em up and then I hit the three

Triple H, he talking crazy, hit him with the pedigree

Steady cooking in the lab, homie I be searing beats

Got the wavy faith dawg, know I'm out here in the deep

Spirit steady talking dawg, I ain't even gotta preach

Yeah I run the town like I'm the mayor

Never let 'em know the next move, baby yeah I keep it player

Oh you got sauce, but ain't got flavor

Heard you talking tough, this your chance, homie show me what you're made of

Stacking up the bread, so I can put it on the table, I ain't sign no deal, holographic content the label

The way I'm blowing money dawg, you would think it's play-doh

No my name not Simon, but shawty do what I say so