Tic Tac Toe Lyrics

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Okay

Okay

Yeah

Hear a lot of

Go ahead Kiro

Hear a lot of talking

But they ain't really saying too much

I been down way too long

Now I'm up and they giving me the fakest love

Yeah

Nothing like them man

They ain't really made like us

I been running to the money all day, shit

Now I got my trainers scuffed

Uh

Pizza boy how I flip that dough

Come against me, that's a mismatch bro

I'll cross a man out like Tic Tac Toe

Tryna get all of them funds up

Cuh I wanna neck that shines and a wrist that glows

Tryna get all of my fam out the ends

And you know I won't stop till I hit that goal

I, won't stop till I made it

Straight aiming for throne of the game

Got no patience no I don't wanna wait

So I get baking when there's dough to be made

Everybody affi eat brudda, that's the M.O

Whatever you be doing, man we it tenfold

And we stay ten toes till we hit the end zone

Money getting higher, call it a crescendo

Coming like I'm Freddy, I'm killing them in their sleep

Smarter than you man and I never done a degree

I told them the plan and they said I would never reach

Now when need a hand they be tryna beg it from me

Listen to the cheek, man I can barely believe

By the way they talking they can't be talking to me

What you man really think this shit comes free?

I done lost bread, lost friends, lost sleep

I can tell you bout nights nearly lost my mind

Tryna figure out how I'm gonna get by

How you gonna make it if you ain't got no drive?

They ran outta patience now they wanna test mine

Heard you gave up on the game

That's peak

And cos I ain't the same you want hate on me

And we both started out in the same place

But I was going at it seven days a week

I could never turn fake for a pay check

Cuh I seen what chasing the fame gets

You sink I rise when it gets hot

So I know we ain't making the same bread

Man I been through hell but I ain't dead

Now fake friends wanna come round an break bread

But they were never there for night shifts

So how can they be with us in the AM

They can't

Hear a lot of talking

But they ain't really saying too much

I been down way too long

Now I'm up and they giving me the fakest love

Yeah

Nothing like them man

They ain't really made like us

I been running to the money all day, shit

Now I got my trainers scuffed

Uh

Pizza boy how I flip that dough

Come against me, that's a mismatch bro

I'll cross a man out like Tic Tac Toe

Tryna get all of them funds up

Cuh I wanna neck that shines and a wrist that glows

Tryna get all of my fam out the ends

And you know I won't stop till I hit that goal

I won't, no

I been running to the money all day

I been running to the money all day

I been running to the- running to the

I been running to the money all day

I been running to the money all day

I been running to the money all day

I been running to the- running to the