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who's next? - (extended version) - noah gold lyrics

[verse 1]
twenty million in the bank, then i woke up
all the haters be like children, i don’t see ’em growing up
this is f*cking hiroshima, yeah we blowing this sh*t up
dreams of being in a beamer with a girl to fill my cup
no competition, i’m k!lling ’em all
they call me messi, the way that i ball
shoot like a spring ain’t no way that i fall
i beat the game now the players on call
no one stealing my paper, this sh*t is a forest
get so many flowers they call me florist
i stay where i started, i’m never a tourist
i exit thе scene like my first namе is boris
[chorus]
step one, step back
i’m here to make 50 racks, that’s fax
spend all that sh*t on a lex, no flex
left him all red like a text, who’s next?
step one, step back
i’m here to make 50 racks, that’s fax
spend all that sh*t on a lex, no flex
left him all red like a text, who’s next?

[verse 2]
coming with the heat, moths to the flame
i don’t even need the beat, all you p*ssy b*tches lame
everybody take a seat, so you remember the name
’cause one chance is all i need, noah hungry for the fame
it’s in my d.n.a., i can only stop once i know we okay
we don’t break. carrying the burden, it’s a piece of cake
she said i was going bad, i said i don’t wanna sleep
i gotta keep workin so they won’t just keep forgetting me

[chorus]
step one, step back
i’m here to make 50 racks, that’s fax
spend all that sh*t on a lex, no flex
left him all red like a text, who’s next?
step one, step back
i’m here to make 50 racks, that’s fax
spend all that sh*t on a lex, no flex
left him all red like a text, who’s next?

[verse 3]
b*tch, i am and i’m f*cking sick of lying
see me trying through the fire, on a roll like i’m a tire
i was lieing in the dirt, quite the opposite of flying
so much living with the hurt, i’m not even scared of dying
so i’m sticking to the plan, they’re gonna think i’m made of glue
‘for i can say that i’m the man i got a lot of sh*t to do
but now my homies are my fans and they ain’t waiting in the que
get on a track and i see red so imma leave ’em black and blue

[verse 4]
b*tch, you thought i was done? you were wrong
we ain’t done until i see the f*cking building burning up
i ain’t do this for the power, no i do it for the love
but until the world is ours i can never get enough
speed it up a little, ain’t no f*cking with the flow
doing what i want, you better do what you are told
thinkin’ ’bout the future ’cause i really wanna know
have i got enough inside of me so i can blow?
can i get enough so i don’t worry ’bout the rent?
playing all my cards right like i’m playing gwent
let me slow it down again so you know what i meant
my tank is full, that’s a hundred procent
i’m pulling up with a clock on my belt
just so you know i dont got time to waste
look at my lines and you see how i felt
he made a legend out of a disgrace
y’all know the time that this sh*t’s talking place
all in the present i’m running the race
i’m billy kimber, no shot in the face
left em behind and i’m closing the case
im not looking back unless i’m running on ahead and
i’m outrappin’ all you fakers while i’m lying in my bed
i cannot cap when in the booth that’s why i never wear a hat
i see the sun everyday rising like i’m looking at my stats
hearing all this sh*t, it hurts my ear, i need a tylenol
youre sh*t so old, it’s like you’re tryna sound just like a dinosaur
i say top 5 but what i’m really tryna say is minus four
so if you say you’re next i’m gonna ask you why you lying for
my girl said that she wants something now i just wanna buy it all
i can’t wait for the moment i can go inside a prada store
i can’t wait for the moment i can put my phone in silent mode
so i can’t hear the gossip that you’re running like a marathon
[chorus]
step one, step back
i’m here to make 50 racks, that’s fax
spend all that sh*t on a lex, no flex
left him all red like a text, who’s next?
step one, step back
i’m here to make 50 racks, that’s fax
spend all that sh*t on a lex, no flex
left him all red like a text, who’s next?

- noah gold lyrics

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