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Ratings Freestyle (Explicit) - Isaiah Dreads
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This s**t right here's my statement
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This s**t right here's my statement
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This s**t right here's my statement
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
Yeah this year was just a L
S**t oh well
'Cause next year I'm atop it
Any time I spit their faces drop with one sixteen
I'm not JAY1 but I mocked it
So I need a million bucks and I ain't givin' a f**k
I cut a few guys off 'cause they're toxic
DJ Khaled I got the keys like a locksmith
F the watch gimme a house that's boss s**t
So I'm on a wave like boats
Vossi and cold feel like Stormzy
When I bopped in
Takе two shots of the rum back to the drum
'Cause I'm rеally in a state like Boston
Some guys don't like me but they still wanna pree
Don't wanna show love bet they're watching
Cool 'cause I don't like them and they ain't my friends
But when I do well they're locked in
Air Force 1's I might cop them
Jordans 1 to 8 you know I got them
Somethin' like NSG I got options
Kitty so deep that I really got lost in
So deep that I might just drown
And I can't swim so s**t what now
I do this for the fun not clout
I think most of you guys washed out
But I'm comin' to change it no pad and a pen
Do a couple of pages
My brain's in space when I'm runnin' up papers
Martian like Wayne and I belong in a spaceship
Good gracious we are not with the faintness
Complex with the pen nah I'm not with the basics
No Dom Pérignon but I sip mag-a-num
Bottled up ice-cold when it comes to the cases So outrageous
Mad what I do to the song
Burn it up quick like a nuclear bomb
I'm a nuisance blow all the fuses
Me I've never been a sheep I do what I want
Dreads ain't Dreads ain't Dreads ain't good enough
They talk s**t and I'm proving them wrong
I was so down but now it's all lookin' up
Ball's in my court and I'm shootin' my shot
What
Shootin' my shot
Shootin' my shot
But thre's more chance of me being
The head of the country than ever usin' a Glock
Don't try to act bad when you're not
JD poured in my glass on the rocks
Three-point-five that's packed in a pot
And I light that up 'til I'm actually gone
Sittin' in my room just holdin' a ten-pound note
Like I need to stack to the top
Munchies so I feel hungry
Coat on shoes on then I go back to the shop
Call up mumsie
Talk 'bout all of this new music that I actually got
Told her straight
When I drop this no buts or ifs
I'm straight to the top
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This s**t right here's my statement
I was in LA was Sam in Feb'
Just lookin' at the views that's breathtakin'
No chorus bridge or intro
Respect my name I've been cold
Yeah I made this beat and I mixed this song
So get out my face you dildo
