23 Lyrics

Calton on the track

Yeah, MJ shit big 23 on the back of my jersey (woah)

We ain't getting older we just get upgraded (woah)

Everything bigger, I'm even more petty (woah)

These niggas hating, I'm counting up fetti (woah)

Who gon fuck with me, I'm patiently waiting (woah)

I got so many hits in my vault, "like why you not droppin'", I promise y'all niggas ain't ready

Like I'm the one that's fucking on Nicki Minaj, I promise y'all niggas I'm petty

Y'all better never cross Snake in your lives, coz I promise y'all niggas gon' regret it

Why would I move like a ho tho? huh

Fucking with me is a no no, yeah

Y'all niggas ain't fly like a dodo, yeah

Y'all niggas can never move solo, yeah

Y'all niggas be, hold on

Move like a turtle, y'all moving in slow mo, huh

Give AK, lemme spray niggas, huh

Lyrical bullets I came with em, huh

When I hop on a beat, I don't spare niggas, huh

And they won't see me coming like Ray nigga, huh

The next thing man I'm standing right there nigga, then I give em more rights than a gay nigga

Yeah, MJ shit big 23 on the back of my jersey (yeah)

I promise to God, y'all niggas don't phase me (yeah)

Hoppin' online man that's not my daily (woah)

I'm so driven than a beat up Mercedes (woah)

Every move that I make gotta pay me (woah)

I got bangers that'll make you go crazy (woah)

Then I got some songs that'll leave you reflecting like crazy

I gotta make it, like somehow I gotta make everything mine by the time I hit thirty

I gotta make twenty nine my finishing line, by the time I hit thirty, confetti

I gotta profess what I want then I get what I want, but of course I don't gotta be lazy (yeah)

Then I'll be looking back from where I'm at and I'll be thinking oh yeah my God is amazing (aye)

Yeah I'll have me a ball (yeah)

Yeah I ain't smoking, no blazing (aye)

But yeah I'll be smashing 'em hoes (aye)

Yeah I turned out amazing (aye)

Yeah I gotta share with my bros

But above all, I gotta give thanks to the most high coz really I beat all the odds, yeah

"Maybe I led you to believe it was easy when it wasn't

Maybe I made you think my highlights started at the free-throw line and not in the gym

Maybe I made you think that every shot that I took was a game-winner, that my game was built on flash and not fire

Maybe it's my fault that you didn't see that failure gave me strength; that my pain was my motivation

Maybe I destroyed the game, or maybe you just making excuses"