SOPRANO Lyrics

Studio, late night

Leaving when the sun rise never take a break

My, drive hard to stop pop the trunk pack the luggage skirt away,

Light up on the freeway, then repeat it next day

Then repeat it next day, I need every single comma

Fucking rich is what the checks will say

Treat the booth just like a sauna

I just sit and sweat the weight off guaranteed regardless

Of whats in front of me I'ma stunt on these niggas

Whats the point of being humble?

If I ain't nothing my nigga

I just do it off the muscle, skinny and hungry nigga

Only born with the hustle, money, and public picture

So, I chase dreams not only when I'm sleep

Was the youngest trying to kick it that was me

So when it's cold, I know where to go

Back in the studio craft lines like will it flow?

Mad scientist lab rhymes from in his soul

As I am just glass diming the pick & roll

If I toss you the rock nigga you gotta score

One turn to two, and two turn to four

I know they smell the dank when we walking through the door

Welcome to the garden my nigga

Hope you caught your matinee when it started my nigga

Because, this right after post-partum

From giving these niggas birth

Like I played with Harden

I'm saying I seen the worst in it

So I'm sorry for mentioning all my hurt thinning

But it still bring problems was it worth winning?

I'd prolly say yeah

Put the work in it I could say my best friends dead

That's Ben, Abe, George and Grant

In the 10th grade, shit, we fell in love and thats that

Learned to get paid some my niggas learned to get strapped

You need your rent paid what you gon' do to get that

I need a fifth of clear

I prefer Ciroc for the taste

This a different year I been talking marketing rates

See it picture clear put my shit in bonds in a safe

And need a couple Grammys too

Or at least nominate me