Transition by Kuttybear Lyrics
[Verse:]
Pure life sippin, minding my business
Cause we done been to too many cribs, God is my witness
I was demented, felt pain, Now I’m replenished
Climbed to the finish, marvel at my crown as it glistens
Back then I used to post my life, browsing & clicking
It was all fine & dand back then, now it’s just snitching
Imma spend the whole new year counting the digits, get it?
Yea, whole new spirit grounded but lifted
Honey Dutch wrapped around my vacay
Smoke in your face when you ask about my payday
Smoke to your place, it gets bad about my bebes
You grown with a page where you can act like you in 8th grade
You know niggas ain’t changed
Feel a way when they don’t double tap yo pic
See your track, listen, nap through it like an Afro pick
Grab your chick, murk yo dawg, pull off playing 'Is That Yo Bitch?'
Give her back cause Najah ain’t gone smash no chick (Damn)
False alarm, damn I might’ve lost my charm
Niggas claiming they gone pull up, oh I might’ve brought my arms
Use your feet, yes I’m Bizzy, kill beats like I’m Swizzy
Huffin, puffin on the twisty til I’m muthafucking dizzy
That ain’t right, nah, but shit I’m learning
Tryna get to where I can’t even believe the shit I’m earning
Somebody said I changed cause I always chanted that I hate money
Now I’m rapping about the shit. He said "Kutt, you looking funny"
I said listen, the world’s gone fucking mad over art on paper
And if you fall short, there are no favors
And I look at the way that the world turns & I learned that money’s the humans weakness, so I use it usefully
But I ain’t giving you the secrets, I just want you to peep it
I take a trip up to the Chi, they say I’m super decent
Chances are I could have no name, probably could have no fame
Quit cause of the slow pace
But those the same chances of seeing Ye in some rope braids
Don’t talk gun rap if it don’t bang, what’s your lane?
So genuine, they be tryna call my chick Sole’
Open your mind, then we all can conquer the whole thing
Hoping to find some happiness within this low phase
Then bro hit my line on behalf of the fucking dope game
Most of me’s fine, but then half of me wanna go cray
Cause my dopamine flying when Im smashing & when I’m on stage
But now you gotta pick nigga
They say "You can’t have both", nah
Gotta go through hell if you wanna be the GOAT
Shout out Stik Figa, cross the water know Im father how the wrist flicker
They be mad I post my stats, nigga it’s twitter
Nah, we don’t dry your tears, but your bitch feel us
Came in, got them rapping, Bitch, I’m Big Tigga
How you gone pull up? You can’t do 6 sit ups, hold up
They might have a shot but they ain’t this, nigga
[Chorus:]
Nah, I don’t lack, I transition
Anything I lose was all in the plans pimpin', whats good?
We don’t pass, we ran inches
Goals of running the field is what’s keeping the stans with us, hold up
Pure life sippin, minding my business
Cause we done been to too many cribs, God is my witness
I was demented, felt pain, Now I’m replenished
Climbed to the finish, marvel at my crown as it glistens
Back then I used to post my life, browsing & clicking
It was all fine & dand back then, now it’s just snitching
Imma spend the whole new year counting the digits, get it?
Yea, whole new spirit grounded but lifted
Honey Dutch wrapped around my vacay
Smoke in your face when you ask about my payday
Smoke to your place, it gets bad about my bebes
You grown with a page where you can act like you in 8th grade
You know niggas ain’t changed
Feel a way when they don’t double tap yo pic
See your track, listen, nap through it like an Afro pick
Grab your chick, murk yo dawg, pull off playing 'Is That Yo Bitch?'
Give her back cause Najah ain’t gone smash no chick (Damn)
False alarm, damn I might’ve lost my charm
Niggas claiming they gone pull up, oh I might’ve brought my arms
Use your feet, yes I’m Bizzy, kill beats like I’m Swizzy
Huffin, puffin on the twisty til I’m muthafucking dizzy
That ain’t right, nah, but shit I’m learning
Tryna get to where I can’t even believe the shit I’m earning
Somebody said I changed cause I always chanted that I hate money
Now I’m rapping about the shit. He said "Kutt, you looking funny"
I said listen, the world’s gone fucking mad over art on paper
And if you fall short, there are no favors
And I look at the way that the world turns & I learned that money’s the humans weakness, so I use it usefully
But I ain’t giving you the secrets, I just want you to peep it
I take a trip up to the Chi, they say I’m super decent
Chances are I could have no name, probably could have no fame
Quit cause of the slow pace
But those the same chances of seeing Ye in some rope braids
Don’t talk gun rap if it don’t bang, what’s your lane?
So genuine, they be tryna call my chick Sole’
Open your mind, then we all can conquer the whole thing
Hoping to find some happiness within this low phase
Then bro hit my line on behalf of the fucking dope game
Most of me’s fine, but then half of me wanna go cray
Cause my dopamine flying when Im smashing & when I’m on stage
But now you gotta pick nigga
They say "You can’t have both", nah
Gotta go through hell if you wanna be the GOAT
Shout out Stik Figa, cross the water know Im father how the wrist flicker
They be mad I post my stats, nigga it’s twitter
Nah, we don’t dry your tears, but your bitch feel us
Came in, got them rapping, Bitch, I’m Big Tigga
How you gone pull up? You can’t do 6 sit ups, hold up
They might have a shot but they ain’t this, nigga
[Chorus:]
Nah, I don’t lack, I transition
Anything I lose was all in the plans pimpin', whats good?
We don’t pass, we ran inches
Goals of running the field is what’s keeping the stans with us, hold up