AREA 22 Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Don't play with that boy, That shit got serious

Yeah, yeah

Don't play with that boy, That shit got serious

Don't play with that boy, That shit got serious

I was out the way tryna get out my area

I'm already knowing what's going, I'm ahead of ya

I done walked to damn far just to give up

Fuck how you feel its gone be hard to shake me

I took the long route, shit like waist deep

I'm going on another run like KC

You tryna grind for yourself nigga play me

I'm tryna pull up escorted to the helipad

I'm thanking God I ain't grow up with separate dads

Feel like a magnet, my life where the money at

Shit just be falling in my lap, Ima lucky cat

See that I'm grinding so why would you hate me?

You can tell in they face, and they ain't even racist

I was just in that field, really thought I had made it

I had found my own trail, and I blazed it

Shit over here not the same, boy I'm not you

I gave a warning before it even got to you

I'm on my grind and I feel like my time due

Ion even race but I'm right there behind you

I been making progress so why should I stop

I'm tryna get to the point where no job

I'm tryna get to the point where I ain't punching no clock

I been going all in straight off the top

If that was easy everybody woulda did it

It came easy to me, I wasn't tripping

Keeping all of my problems my business

I'm evolving like multiple digits

They thought I was laying down, but I didn't

Got more on the way, I ain't nowhere near finished

I been out the way living like the president

Made so many plays shit came from the internet

This shit ain't za, send it back

I hadda real talk, with my real dad

Staying up late thinking bout' a real bag

I'm in my own lane, its hard to even crash

I was playing ball, really thought I was gonna make it

As you can see, I still got shit baking

It's gone be alright nigga, I got an equation

I be doing my thing, Ion even vacation

Shit got serious

I was out the way tryna get out my area

I'm already knowing what's going, I'm ahead of ya

I done walked to damn far just to give up

Fuck how you feel its gone be hard to shake me

I took the long route, shit like waist deep

I'm going on another run like KC

You tryna grind for yourself nigga play me

I'm tryna pull up escorted to the helipad

I'm thanking God I ain't grow up with separate dads

Feel like a magnet, my life where the money at

Shit just be falling in my lap, Ima lucky cat

See that I'm grinding so why would you hate me?

You can tell in they face, and they ain't even racist

I was just in that field, really thought I had made it

I had found my own trail, and I blazed it