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This that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make a million from the pen, sorta like Martha
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
This that, this that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make a million from the pen, sorta like Martha
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
Okay it's Jakey Dingo
Bitch hop on the lingo
They making shit seem complicated really shit be simple
I been riding with my kinfolk, and staying with my people
And looking out the peep hole out the doorway to my future
What's my future? okay what defines a loser
Is it really all just fate? or are we pick and choosers
Of are own destiny that shit it gets the best of me
You cannot have it all, you know the batteries sold separately
I'm hanging on so desperately just trying to impress
Though I know my life's a mess
I'm still striving for my best
The shot is incorrect but that TP teardrop never fails to go right through the net
So on myself I bet investing every last cent
Martha Stewart made some millions sitting right up in the pen
So Imma take this pen, and Imma make some millions
Yeah Imma make a killin' off of jottin' down these feelings
Let me tell you what the deal is
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La da da da da da da dum
Oooo oooo da da
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La da da da da da da dum
Oooo oooo
This that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make a million from the pen, sorta like Martha
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
This that, this that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make a million from the pen, sorta like Martha
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
Yeah, architect when it comes to creatin' ain't no debating
Tony Parker when it comes to my gamin' ain't no explaining
Got the vision and persistence to get it ain't no complaining
Find myself showing all the this love some still hating
Got up off my ass and got me a bag so what you saying
Pretty bitch on her knees with ease and she ain't praying
If I feel like the vibe's not mutual, lane changing
I'm the best when it comes to my craft that's all I'm saying
I remember being at my lowest, I'm elevating
Scared money don't make no money, we risk taking
If you can't see the vision I'm living you know I'm skating
Like I tore a ligament in my knee, I ain't playing nigga
Yeah, what up Jakey Dingo
You know I had to ball off the assist man
Shit don't stop
Yeah, yeah, Fenix
La da da da da Forevr
La da da da da da da dum
Oooo oooo da da
La da da da da
La da da da da da da dum
Oooo oooo
This that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make a million from the pen, sorta like Martha
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
This that, this that teardrop off the tips of Tony Parker
Sounding good on the mic, baby call me Bob Barker
Make a million from the pen, sorta like Martha
A candle in the wind, still I go farther
Writer(s): Jacob Hallman
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