Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SonReal
SonReal
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Hoffman
Aaron Hoffman
Composer
Andrew Papaleo
Andrew Papaleo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pops
Pops
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, this for this fans, I am the label, ain't taking advances
Advancing my plans, this my casino, I'm taking my chances
Pen and a pad, that's all I need to pickings up bands with
I'm very aware of what I am doing, don't question the bandwidth
Lyrical spiritual miracle
Hosting rap battles and playing Imperial
Things coming full circle just like a Cheerio (Go)
I came a decade from only a year ago (Yeah)
Ten thousand hours been painting this mural
It took me to Germany, flinging them euros (Hey)
It took me to Queens paying homage to heroes
It took me a minute to cut out the sugar (Uh)
But fuck it, I'm raw dogging like a sled dog
Got new sonics like that hedgehog
Like that Biggie song, you all dead wrong
If you thought Sonny gonna slow down
Album's done, yeah, it's here now
Sounding classic like it's from Motown (Hey)
You ain't, then you gon' know now
Listen up, this how a GOAT sound (Amen)
Ayy, this for this fans, I am the label, ain't taking advances
Advancing my plans, this my casino, I'm taking my chances
Pen and a pad, that's all I need to pickings up bands with (Yeah)
I'm very aware of what I am doing, don't question the bandwidth
Yeah, this is my canvas, don't need no cameras, just need my antics (Uh)
Used to swing hammers, now I slang grammar, ain't that romantic?
Hop out the van, the eagle has landed, I'ma be candid
Go name another rapper out here who doing songs for his grandma (Hey)
Raising the bar and I'm meeting my standards
'Cause every day feel like my birthday, I'm lightin them candles
Yeah, right where I'm standing is right where I planned it
Yeah, I'm doing magic, I might even vanish
After my tenth album, I'll see how feeling
But I'm pretty sure as long as my heart beating
I'ma be eating those words (Yeah, yeah)
Bump what they feeling, I'm feeling myself
And I'm killing the feeling I feel when I'm out (Hey)
Of my mind and don't think that no one gonna hear this
The words that I'm writing are ones of a genius
Hitting the ground and I'm running like cheetahs
I got no cosigns and I ain't got no features
I sing my own hooks for the fans in the bleachers
They spreading the word just like a preacher (Amen)
Ayy, this for this fans, I am the label, ain't taking advances
Advancing my plans, this my casino, I'm taking my chances
Pen and a pad, that's all I need to pickings up bands with
I'm very aware of what I am doing, don't question the bandwidth
Elevate, elevate, elevate, elevate
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
Elevate, elevate, elevate, elevate
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
Amen
Written by: Aaron Hoffman, Andrew Papaleo
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out