Landgrab Songtext
Yeah, ayy
John Henry swingin' the hammer
Ran it up, drivin' up spikes on the graph
I run faster than the machine
When I finally die, I'ma need more than one casket
Yeah, I'm on the block like Olowokandi
I'm by the water, the shore, and the sand
Top of the line, it spill over the edge
I saw through the lie, I can't go for the scam
Yeah, out of the spotlight, livin' the soft life
John Henry swingin' the hammer
Ran it up, drivin' up spikes on the graph
I run faster than the machine
When I finally die, I'ma need more than one casket
Yeah, I'm on the block like Olowokandi
I'm by the water, the shore, and the sand
Top of the line, it spill over the edge
I saw through the lie, I can't go for the scam
Yeah, out of the spotlight, livin' the soft life
I see some hard times soften an ass
Yeah, been balling my right foot all on the gas so hard
It surprise 'em that I didn't crash (Yеah)
Niggas might die tryna follow the path
Niggas fall out when thеy hop on the track
I got done bad, I ain't givin' no passes
They ain't spin back once we got that established
Latchkey, math whiz, stash in the mattress
I was just passionate, passing for mad
I was in the backseat hoping to cash in
Heard the whip crack and it—
And it woke up the master
We still everywhere, broken glass
When you get where you going, just don't look back
The moral of the story is get off your ass
We hitting the road when they blow out the candle (Ayy, phew)
More for the sport than the glory attached
I'm sure when the cortisol course through the labyrinth
Worth a small fortune, afforded to that
Head to toe in Rick Owens, I'm throwing a tantrum They ask for a photo, I pose like I'm handsome
'Cause I'm handsome and I understand that
Pull extortion moves just like my granddad
Then we portion it up on the land grab, nigga
Cash
Yeah, been balling my right foot all on the gas so hard
It surprise 'em that I didn't crash (Yеah)
Niggas might die tryna follow the path
Niggas fall out when thеy hop on the track
I got done bad, I ain't givin' no passes
They ain't spin back once we got that established
Latchkey, math whiz, stash in the mattress
I was just passionate, passing for mad
I was in the backseat hoping to cash in
Heard the whip crack and it—
And it woke up the master
We still everywhere, broken glass
When you get where you going, just don't look back
The moral of the story is get off your ass
We hitting the road when they blow out the candle (Ayy, phew)
More for the sport than the glory attached
I'm sure when the cortisol course through the labyrinth
Worth a small fortune, afforded to that
Head to toe in Rick Owens, I'm throwing a tantrum They ask for a photo, I pose like I'm handsome
'Cause I'm handsome and I understand that
Pull extortion moves just like my granddad
Then we portion it up on the land grab, nigga
Cash
