
Who Is $tage? Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Only thing might be off about me
Is this tag on my feet
Or this X on my back
I'm talkingoff-white things
See this drip from overseas
I really had to leave
New Balenciaga fit
Mix the white
with the jean
Bruh just wait to swear to weather
I go all black and leather
Don't let this drip fool you though
$tage still stackin' his cheddar
She wanna leave I had to let her
That's her loss
Diamonds in both ears
No Tiger Woods
We call them golf balls
Yeah you know I keep it P or G
Which one you choose
Solo keep it cool
But his shorts might just say Rhude
Never show your hand
You tell your plans
That's when you lose
Since a kid I've been lit or should I say a who's who
Ball in my court no time to play I kick the door down
Just stashin' we don't show now
Deposits we don't blow now
She say she like my flow
Moneybagg I'm in the yo now
Young king but I need no crown
Rap fast but I use slow sound
Sent her a pic she say I am the prize
Make her daily fantasize
That was for my gambling guys
Need my duffle Santa Size
Bruh sit back and analyze and you see the whole world fake
When I peeped it caught me by surprise
A million cash race like babyface
Two million like I'm Peezy
only rockin' with my gangers
Yo chick diggin' me like Veezy
Might hop on this beat
Get outta here mistakin' me for Wheezy
Nah keep goin' $tage just motivate
Put on like you Jeezy
I keep on switchin' up and it's all off the heezy
Never dodgin' me challenge man this beat might be too easy
I'm stickin' and I'm preachin'
Just me don't need a deacon
I need that jet money
Hit Japan for the off-season
Trust you?
Give me a reason
Watch your dog
He might be leachin'
I know I sound funny on the beat was just in Season
Was just breakin' records
And now I'm makin' records
Plus I'm in and out
No 4PF
Wham send a record
And I'm speakin' humbly how could you fumble?
Coulda made this wrong with me won with me instead you done with me
You havin' fun I see
But please believe that when you cross me it's no take-backs
That L I had to face that the chin I had to take that
Might catch me chillin' in the mix or vibin' at the Racetrac
Soon I'll paint the Wraith black
With curtains in the Maybach
Ballin' on em'
Quick one-two you'll think Tank back
Rock Chrome on my back and on my chest cause my heart made of that
Shawty talkin' bout she wanna link
My sweatshirt statin' that
Give me a minute I'ma go Urus
Ya'll can have the cats
And I'm thinkin' M's
No childish play
I want the big boy racks
No cap you'll think I played for the Rays or the Buck the way my wrist hittin'
Dog watch your back because they blitzin
Close to home
They might be stealin'
You know they out to get you
Fake smiles they might be grinnin'
They don't wanna see you winnin'
And I'm still spittin' fire in the booth
Take a trip to Boston
Really rich
Pull up with your boo
Yeah I do it often
Rap suite
Talkin' trick or treat
This beat really knockin'
Flowin' and goin' yeah you know I ain't never stoppin'
They want the gratification instant
I want longevity
That take integrity
Pops told me "Son just listen "
Tryin' to ball
Bad boys let's hit Detroit I need a Richard
Prior to that fans stop let's take a picture
Dream chasin' tell Meek I ain't even reach my peak yet
Went from dreamin' to nightmares ain't even sleep yet
This beat right here a pre-test
I'mbout to head to recess
Do more you be less
Just preached for y'all now be blessed!