20s Staples Lyrics

Listen in, I'm making 20s staples

Erasing hate like I got a 24 count from Staples

Heading north, isn't that sweet like maple?

Get me boiling and get the tracks spinning like a dreidel

Knock on wood, but a young boy getting pinned on the map

Route to me, tryna chase me down, but you can't trace my tracks

Can't replicate my work, 8 hours, call it a wrap

Throw a kick and clap on it, I call it a rap

Fancy foods and Fiji water

My thoughts get bottled at the source, then distributed farther

Sip on that, refresh your memory, look at the roster

I make bangs, get 'em played, feel the energy like Monster

Check my box, yeah, I got mail

My box got my check for Polo's sales

Report my performance, straight A's, never fail

Built a castle out of dirt, and I don't need a pail

Ayy look, I'm too big league for this

I make a beat, can't be beat when the lyrics click

Light up the whole place like a gallon of gas and a Bic

Promote that vid on social, that would be a flick

Throw me in it, that'd be a hit

Throw me in it, I'm raising averages

Deviating, outlier since a kid

Too big for y'all, think there's a beanstalk in the crib

Wise parents from the time when the babies boom

I don't allow myself to make a single excuse

Going crazy when I'm going, think a screw is loose

Went higher up like I just stopped in to Lume

They tryna get me while I'm in mint condition

Pulled fresh out the oven, now we're in position

Chill out dog, get that boy in air condition

Air out dog, 50 yard bombs over their head 'til it's finished

Treat me like a junior, but I'm in 12th grade

I don't mean bad when I ask you to run this fade

Fighting words give me permission to throw some shade

If needed, I can go wild like the Jack of Spades

My style is free to be whatever you want it to be

I get astonished when people accept defeat

I get inspired by people who always want to compete

I'm real close to Rich's, still asking for a receipt

Quick witted and handle business

Success, but I got more to finish

Routines but I ain't superstitious

My goals seem far away, but I make hundred yard plays

Standing high on the foldable tables

Holding down the legs tryna keep it stable

Turn on the speaker, Bluetooth enabled

Some day listen back, I'm making 20s staples