CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Going Rate
[Intro]
[Verse]
I met you niggas throats, who got a post?
I'm pric-ready going postal, I was steady unapproached still
Blow a pound on their proposal
Niggas thinking inner city, silly, I went global
Total takeover, the break's over, the phantom case closing
Make 'em levitate the stairway up to heaven with the gate code
I break money and hearts, I don't break code
This for the state of the art, it's in the game flow
And take a soda break
Simply just how he hold his weight
You getting caught up in the overtake
Been undеrminded, I went over pacе
No under line, pay the going rate, make it go away
Them birds racing lead me right to the trap
Thinking I'm shackled like Houdini, lose my life for the act
A round trip to flight from hell and back, I never sell em short
In wicked times I wet her back, ice up the Bezel more
[Chorus]
If my options don't meet the criteria but I don't cry tears
I'm on a god tier
I'm up too high, nothing flies here
A few survive if you can thrive
Got to be alive here, and oh yeah
I'm still heavenly involved
As it appears they weren't there for me at all (At all)
It's looking sweet, I was preparing for a fall
I'm gone (That's it)
[Outro]
Interlude
Interlude, and I've never seen that on a core chart where it says "Interlude"
Intro, and chances are you're gonna need an outro
And chances are you might even need a little instrumental in the middle
[Verse]
I met you niggas throats, who got a post?
I'm pric-ready going postal, I was steady unapproached still
Blow a pound on their proposal
Niggas thinking inner city, silly, I went global
Total takeover, the break's over, the phantom case closing
Make 'em levitate the stairway up to heaven with the gate code
I break money and hearts, I don't break code
This for the state of the art, it's in the game flow
And take a soda break
Simply just how he hold his weight
You getting caught up in the overtake
Been undеrminded, I went over pacе
No under line, pay the going rate, make it go away
Them birds racing lead me right to the trap
Thinking I'm shackled like Houdini, lose my life for the act
A round trip to flight from hell and back, I never sell em short
In wicked times I wet her back, ice up the Bezel more
[Chorus]
If my options don't meet the criteria but I don't cry tears
I'm on a god tier
I'm up too high, nothing flies here
A few survive if you can thrive
Got to be alive here, and oh yeah
I'm still heavenly involved
As it appears they weren't there for me at all (At all)
It's looking sweet, I was preparing for a fall
I'm gone (That's it)
[Outro]
Interlude
Interlude, and I've never seen that on a core chart where it says "Interlude"
Intro, and chances are you're gonna need an outro
And chances are you might even need a little instrumental in the middle
