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at last - seno laer lyrics

chorus
i never asked for no help, b*tches be hating, we tryna get to the top
vvs all on my watch, countin these racks, we know dis sh*t is a bop
mama say we up next, waiting in line, wait for the fake sh*t to stop
always be putting in work, this sh*t is nonstop, telling you f*ck all the opps

always been dreamin so vast, time movin fast, gotta go get me a bag
one day i hope to wake up, phone blowing up, me and my bro on da map
going on tour round da world, flyin first class, we left the fakes in the past
now we rounding up the stacks, made all the cash, we finally made it at last

verse 1
we didn’t have sh*t out the gate, they started to hate, didn’t think we would be great
taking trips out of the state, stay in your lane, there ain’t no time for complaints
hop out the rari f8, fill up da plate, we gonna be there with the greats
told you “yeah f*ck all the hate”, be picking up dates, dates that i need to translate

we thought we were growing world*wide, we know we can’t glide, we just gotta keep on the grind
got to go a step at a time, before we go shine, few years this sh*t gon be mine
life moving way too d*mn fast, hope i don’t crash, hop out and den do the dash
put the hoes all in a stash, we fast like the flash, you know we go come through and smash

chorus
i never asked for no help, b*tches be hating, we tryna get to the top
vvs all on my watch, countin these racks, we know dis sh*t is a bop
mama say we up next, waiting in line, wait for the fake sh*t to stop
always be putting in work, this sh*t is nonstop, telling you f*ck all the opps

verse 2
they gon remember the name, repped on the chain, you f*ck haters stay out the way
yeah we the best in the game, ain’t no one the same, ain’t no one can f*ck with our fame
they can go step on the name, hollywood walk of fame, putting da sh*t in the frame
all of these old asses lame, skirt thru your lane, never gone tuck in the chain
right now we tryna stay blessed, f*ck all the rest, got too much sh*t on my chest
always be feeling compressed, feeling depressed, always just feeling the stress
now are you f*ckin impressed, followed the rest, is there something you need to address
now we just vibing on planes, get out my way, takin these trips outta the states’

chorus
i never asked for no help, b*tches be hating, we tryna get to the top
vvs all on my watch, countin these racks, we know dis sh*t is a bop
mama say we up next, waiting in line, wait for the fake sh*t to stop
always be putting in work, this sh*t is nonstop, telling you f*ck all the opps

- seno laer lyrics

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