Hip-hop in 2018 has encapsulated this delicate nature of identifying the next generation of rap stars more than most. It’s been a year brimming with eclecticism from the genre’s younger talents, from Tierra Whack’s abbreviated but electrifying Whack World to Gunna’s loose and understated Drip Season 3, to names like Valee, Trouble, Leikeli47, 03 Greedo, CupcakKe, Maxo Kream, and more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Intro]
We global now

[Chorus]
Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (Global)
Can’t play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin’, hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told ’em
I fucked around and showed ’em

[Verse 1]
All of my whips got that new car smell
Don’t get it twisted from the ‘partments, I just park well
I don’t fuck with him, that nigga flawed, send him to voicemail
Catch up with him, push up on him, tell him how he always fail
Made myself a millionaire, only took a year, dawg
Thinkin’ bout what I been through, I can make a tear fall
Late night with them youngins, we was creepin’, could’ve killed y’all
We ain’t gon’ do that internet beefin’, that’s for bitches, dawg
I went up to space so they hatin’, they can’t lift off
I can make your bitch eat my kids, every drip drop
I come from trenches, we can’t come outside in flip flops
I done came so far, sittin’ on the floor, watchin’ the tip-off

[Chorus]
Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (Global)
Can’t play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin’, hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told ’em
I fucked around and showed ’em

 

 

[Verse 2]
I put my all into this shit
I worked so hard to get my wrist
It broke my heart but I didn’t quit
I had to ball with no assist
I got ’em all on my drip
Go with his move, he gon’ get flipped (Yeah)
I had to hustle for a meal, yeah
And now I’m hustling in these M’s, yeah
Gave Jock and Dee 200 years
Whenever they call, I let ’em hear
Them lawyers I got gon’ lift they spirit
Them niggas know I keep it real, yeah
Sometimes I feel like the floor is giving in on me
I work so hard but I can’t stop ’cause they depend on me
I tried to holler, she didn’t talk, but now her friend want me
I see through all, and my life flawed, need no lens on us

[Chorus]
Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (Global)
Can’t play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin’, hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told ’em
I fucked around and showed ’em

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