T.C.B.E Lyrics

(Helly)

I'm running this race, gotta stay on the gas keep the pace

Making sure that I'm always first place, always knew I was born to be great

If you try to knock me off my grind, I'm hoping you know that you failed

I got different people telling me stuff but I know that I'm gonna prevail

I done got my weight up, and my cake up, and it's crunch time better lace up

It's okay cause in the future all the homies gonna check the paystubs

And we flying private check the jet speed going full fledge cannot wait up

Like I'm John Stockton ima throw the dime ima dish it out like my name Russ

Gimmie my ring I'm feeling like a champion

So what you think I'm doing what I never done

To tell the truth I'm feeling like I'm one of one

I'm in my bag I'm feeling like the prodigal son

This can't be explained,

This can't be explained

This can't be explained,

This can't be explained

Who is it?

Knock knock on the door, who's there?

It's SECC from the west end I swear

I'm learning my lessons I'm counting these blessings

I'm whipping the Yota done turned to a Tesla

My brother is different I know he the next up

RIP to the ones that done died they going rest up

No days off, no days off

I'll come thru standing tall

Asking me why I walk like that so they can't break down this wall

Asking me why I talk like that spitting game so the kids listen hard

Music got me feeling out of this world,

Come with the winners you chilling with Earl

We doing these loops and it look like a swirl

When I go to Ghana I might find a girl

I'm calling up Bell and we getting in motion

Just right down by the ocean

Exotic vacations with all of my fam, I just hope that they open

I'm taking a dive in the deep end head first know that I'm 'floating

This can't be explained

This can't be explained

This can't be explained

This can't be explained