ROTY (Outro) Lyrics

Rookie of the Year and you ain't I done yet

Got a lil vibe and she know where my trust at

I was gon chill but a nigga like fuck that

Ima keep going cus its where my love at

Lock my heart cus the world so getting colder

Team on the back got the world on my shoulders

She in front line come through like a soldier

Wrist hit Neck hit Ice like boulders

Chasing my checks i just do it like nike

Compete wit myself everyday i be hearing y'all songs and it's no one like me

The world so cold but i still a cop a chain and a watch cus shit too icy

Pouring up a 4 for the gang I ride for my team you would think i was spike lee

Aye, I set up a goal then i make it happen,

Niggas they flopping like nigga what happened ,

Tryna fit in so they do lotta capping, They hide behind cameras then niggas be acting

Pockets got bigger you know that i'm having,

Im rocking amiri i'm loving the fashion

And Once i get done with this rapping

I'll go down the greatest just like I imagined

Hop out the motherfucking coupe wit a ten out of ten,

My shawty she know she the baddest

Niggas who diss on them records be searching for clout the same ones they go out the saddest

C4 be balling like AI you know i'm one so nah i ain't never need practice

I'm chasing that sack like it's madden, Making hits on hits cus

Rookie of the Year and you ain't I done yet

Got a lil vibe and she know where my trust at

I was gon chill but a nigga like fuck that

Ima keep going cus its where my love at

Lock my heart cus the world so getting colder

Team on the back got the world on my shoulders

She in front line come through like a soldier

Wrist hit Neck hit Ice like boulders

I Come in this motherfucker trim like a barber i fuck round and air out the scene

Been in the streets since a youngin i ride wit them sweepers so you know that shit getting clean

Been on the road tryna stack up this cheddar yea bitch for this money you know ima fein

My girl not from nyc but you know she a pyt yea she know she a queen

I'm putting my all in these songs i can't even chill without making a verse

And you know i'm keeping my foot on the gas so nah it's no way i can go in reverse

I got rid of niggas that wasn't gon ride the moments i put all that shit in a hearse

All black and a ski is a perfect disguise im robbing the niggas that's coming in first

804 got this shit tatted the place you was raised need love the memories last

Niggas move out of the hood and forget bout the struggle i'm never ignoring my past

Gotta show love to my pops he done brought up a star bitch i know i'm ahead of my class

Cant wait to sell out them shows and be on that road until then im doin the dash