Tats On My Arm
Ambition is a way of life, it's a mind set, ya followin'?
(M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Tats all on my arm
Bitch all up on my mind
I got stacks all up in my charm
My gold Rollie tell time
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I'm just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya)
Tats all on my arm
Yo bitch all on my mind
And I got stacks on all my charms
My gold Rollie tell time
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I'm just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya)
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I'ma grind, it's my ambition (its' my ambition)
It's my ambition (its' my ambition)
It's my ambition (its' my ambition)
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
All I know is this grind, it's my ambition (its' my ambition)
It's my ambition (its' my ambition)
I aint with the talking, see I'm just tryna focus
Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
Tryna stay clear of my foes, and these shape shiftin'
Ya'll can't stick to no G-Code, see them snakes showing you more
Get my taste from all of my
My mates calling me gifted, February cold as my heart
Thats why your date is probably missing
Late for love and be trippin'
Man it takes cigar and start fillin'
I got a green bag with the blue strands
I smoke the Margerie Simpson
Got a broken heart that needs fixin'
And I don't rely on no
And I don't reply to most BBM's
So when you see an don't be trippin'
MMG obviously winnin', niggas talk much harder, we livin'
And I swear to lord I've been down to Earth
More times than not I be lifted
I aint with the rappin', see I'm just tryna focus
Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
Tats all on my arm, these suckas say I'm that bomb
3 J's took me this high, 6 O's paid for my car
3 M's on my New Balance, I'm here to shine when I'm tracking
What you doing Ross, drop a hundred thousand and you know you 'posed to be stacking
I should Michael Jordan these rappers, man I'm twice as cold as these rappers
haha, hold up, let me wipe a dose with these rappers
And I like the . to need passion, And I like my girls with Ambition
You see money talking these days and you thought the shorty wasn't listening
You aint dreamin dog you aint living
Even when I sleep I got vision
Even when ya deep, yeah still I sweep
I don't fiend for beef I eat
(M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Tats all on my arm
Bitch all up on my mind
I got stacks all up in my charm
My gold Rollie tell time
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I'm just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya)
Tats all on my arm
Yo bitch all on my mind
And I got stacks on all my charms
My gold Rollie tell time
It's my ambition (it's my ambition)
I'm just so gifted (look where that shit gets ya)
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I'ma grind, it's my ambition (its' my ambition)
It's my ambition (its' my ambition)
It's my ambition (its' my ambition)
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
All I know is this grind, it's my ambition (its' my ambition)
It's my ambition (its' my ambition)
I aint with the talking, see I'm just tryna focus
Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
Tryna stay clear of my foes, and these shape shiftin'
Ya'll can't stick to no G-Code, see them snakes showing you more
Get my taste from all of my
My mates calling me gifted, February cold as my heart
Thats why your date is probably missing
Late for love and be trippin'
Man it takes cigar and start fillin'
I got a green bag with the blue strands
I smoke the Margerie Simpson
Got a broken heart that needs fixin'
And I don't rely on no
And I don't reply to most BBM's
So when you see an don't be trippin'
MMG obviously winnin', niggas talk much harder, we livin'
And I swear to lord I've been down to Earth
More times than not I be lifted
I aint with the rappin', see I'm just tryna focus
Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest
Tats all on my arm, these suckas say I'm that bomb
3 J's took me this high, 6 O's paid for my car
3 M's on my New Balance, I'm here to shine when I'm tracking
What you doing Ross, drop a hundred thousand and you know you 'posed to be stacking
I should Michael Jordan these rappers, man I'm twice as cold as these rappers
haha, hold up, let me wipe a dose with these rappers
And I like the . to need passion, And I like my girls with Ambition
You see money talking these days and you thought the shorty wasn't listening
You aint dreamin dog you aint living
Even when I sleep I got vision
Even when ya deep, yeah still I sweep
I don't fiend for beef I eat
Credits
Writer(s): William Roberts, Olubowale Akintimehin, Joshua Luellen
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