Wonderkid Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
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
(Brr)
(Brr)
(Brr)
(Brr)