Corey Donae - The Autograph Lyrics

When they come around, they ask me when I'm finna shut it down
I give no answers they think I give Em the run around
Don't talk to me, you see I'm stuck in my moment now
Pickin out my opponent I'll kill em that is my focus wow
And pile paper, a style slayer I'm wild greater
In the mist of these dick riders and Clout Chasers
Accept the fact that I'm winning son you can pout later
Quickly made it from 6 man to a renowned player
Free game shorty gon wipe me down for the pregame
I hold it down for the team ain't no reasons to need a delay
Messages I relay never the he say she say
They scroll for songs to replay the Corey Donae beats play
Most definitely the favorite rapper to Djs
College girls dancing to songs in they Pjs
Hating asses make excuses tryna plead case
Dusty niggas couldn't walk a mile Inside These J's
They like to call me crazy but that's they way they made me
I want the watch I name Barack it's presidential lately
It's all on lock the fans will flock don't hesitate to play me
Don't get it chopped cause when I drop they gon be saying save me
Crown me, been at it 10,000 hours and counting
Couldn't get rid of me
I'm the epitome of what they wish to be but won't acknowledge
Lyrical prowess and cool enough to talk her out her trousers
Her nigga go through her phone so now she delete her browsers
I built the track with my bare hands
I'm John Henry
Hustle hard beyond my limits for a pretty penny
I believe that heaven sent me
They wasn't messing with me been an urban legend never second couldn't bet against me
Making sure they won't forget me
I chose a better path, I got some schemes and plots that will get us all the bag
Of course I'm gon be taking the shot, that's when I draw it back said it so I stamped it That's all the facts
The Autograph

When they come around, they ask me when I'm finna shut it down
I give no answers they think I give Em the run around
Don't talk to me, you see I'm stuck in my moment now
Pickin out my opponent I'll kill em that is my focus wow
And pile paper, a style slayer I'm wild greater
In the mist of these dick riders and Clout Chasers
Accept the fact that I'm winning son you can pout later
Quickly made it from 6 man to a renowned player
Free game shorty gon wipe me down for the pregame
I hold it down for the team ain't no reasons to need a delay
Messages I relay never the he say she say
They scroll for songs to replay the Corey Donae beats play
Most definitely the favorite rapper to Djs
College girls dancing to songs in they Pjs
Hating asses make excuses tryna plead case
Dusty niggas couldn't walk a mile Inside These J's
They like to call me crazy but that's they way they made me
I want the watch I name Barack it's presidential lately
It's all on lock the fans will flock don't hesitate to play me
Don't get it chopped cause when I drop they gon be saying save me
Crown me, been at it 10,000 hours and counting
Couldn't get rid of me
I'm the epitome of what they wish to be but won't acknowledge
Lyrical prowess and cool enough to talk her out her trousers
Her nigga go through her phone so now she delete her browsers
I built the track with my bare hands
I'm John Henry
Hustle hard beyond my limits for a pretty penny
I believe that heaven sent me
They wasn't messing with me been an urban legend never second couldn't bet against me
Making sure they won't forget me
I chose a better path, I got some schemes and plots that will get us all the bag
Of course I'm gon be taking the shot, that's when I draw it back said it so I stamped it That's all the facts
The Autograph