Jakkah, Carly X, Ethan Ross - That Kid Lyrics

(I'm at that point where this ain't a dream)
(Like Ethan Ross, I'm being serious)
(Like Carly X, yo, it's on)
(Haha, let's go)
(Whoa) (XXIV)

I'm at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've done before 17
I'm really that kid (That kid)
Always on it, never miss (Never)
They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah)
They like 'how this ain't a hit' (How)
They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip)
I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip)

Look
Please do not, please do not get me lit
Y'all do not want it, I'm with the shits
'Cause I get live just like Jimmy is
Flow is too diligent, I leave 'em boppin' like Diddy did
But I ain't playin' no games, I been that
Chick to come in and go apeshit
Can't compete with these hoes 'cause they basic
Been a problem, ain't nothing to play with
Spit on the gram, they gon' spazz like I laced it
Y'all hoppin' on beats and got wasted
Spit a whole verse and don't say shit, huh (Damn)
Y'all got accustomed to fake 'ish
Really y'all trapped in the matrix
So I'm speedin' past that
'Cause y'all mad wack
On your head just like a freakin' dad hat
Come at me, you better get your bags packed
Leave 'em in the streets spooked like black cats, wait, uh
If I'm being honest, I don't give a damn how y'all feel
They say that music is trash, but that's 'cause y'all glued to the fake and y'all sleep on the real
I see they hate 'cause I'm poppin', so all of the shots that y'all throwing I block like O'Neal
I'm in the kitchen for real
Cookin', servin' suckas up like a meal
Need a couple mills 'fore I start to chill
Got the heat they listen New York to Brazil
I'm a businesswoman, I don't need a deal
On my Weezy, motherfucker, yeah I'm ill and they mad sick, uh
Need some work, I'ma tax it, uh
And I always been that chick
So I'm here with Jakkah 'cause he's that kid
Word

I'm at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've done before 17
I'm really that kid (That kid)
Always on it, never miss (Never)
They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah)
They like 'how this ain't a hit' (How)
They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip)
I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip)

Uh
Like I'm Fivio, they all be lovin' the style
Send me the addy, I'm runnin' the route
You trippin', I ain't gonna ask what it's 'bout
Just gonna make sure you done runnin' your mouth
I been that, uh
Kid in the business winnin', and they mad
I'm on a new level, call me A$AP
Snakes always gonna reach for the dap
They want you to put their name up on the map, facts (Whaaa-)
I wanna make them fat stacks
Hop in a Lambo matte black
Now they gon' get no text back (Yeah)

Baby, I ain't ever failed once
She ride me so good, make me feel numb
My bitch look bad in them heels, uh
Told her I'll pay for it, get your nails done
Fuck around and I'ma kill some
Fuck the world, I'm 'bouta give it some children
I cannot chill some, I'ma get a hundred million
I got trauma inside of me that I'm still workin' to heal from (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm not a rapper, lil' bitch, I do punk rock
Tell a grown man to his face he a dumb thot
She suckin' me when she feel like a detox
Shinin' so hard I bought my haters sunblock (Ay, ay)
Baby girl, this is not weed, this is DMT
I could bag her with my voice, she ain't seein' me
Too bad I model now, everyone seein' me
They say I'm lacin' it, I call it seasoning

Pull up to the party with Ethan and Carly, we burnin' up the whole spot
We all that kid, we do shit big
Better come correct, or we pop your lid, that's fact (Whoa)

I'm at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've done before 17
I'm really that kid (That kid)
Always on it, never miss (Never)
They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah)
They like 'how this ain't a hit' (How)
They lovin' me 'cause of my sauce, 'cause of my drip (That drip)
I am the king, don't get it wrong, don't give me lip (No lip)