Chorus:

You know every time I write I fulfill my wishes

And I ain’t even gotta try, yea, you get the picture

I usually don’t steal a rhyme ‘specially in my writtens

But DaBaby got that vibe, you can feel the rhythm, and I’m still singing

I’m not a PUPPET, I cut them strings, I’m still ONE OF A KIND

And I know that you love it when I bust that heat cause you bump it in your ride

Verse 1:

Working on a classic

Aiming so high in the sky you’d be thinking that I’m puffing on the bad shit

I don’t need a drug to work the magic

Conditioned myself since writing through my classes

Now all I need is a quarter tank of gas and I floor it just to pass them

Ignoring that I lapped them, you’re talking to the master

Syllables, I’m always so pedantic, rhyming four or morе of them on average

Most pеople don’t give a shit about that though

Only wanna listen if you spit about that smoke

Or sipping that Jack/Coke or give me that cash, bro

But he was writing hitters even back when he was that broke

Now he got cash though

I spend it in the sessions, I’ll be working ‘til my back broke

Up until I physically can’t go

Then I’ll get it set up on my death bed with doctors on the track, bro

Chorus:

I write and I fulfill my wishes

And I ain’t even gotta try, yea, you get the picture

I usually don’t steal a rhyme ‘specially in my writtens

But DaBaby got that vibe, you can feel the rhythm, and I’m still singing

I’m not a PUPPET, I cut them strings, I’m still ONE OF A KIND

And I know that you love it when I bust that heat cause you bump it in your ride

Verse 2:

Cruising through the back streets

Let the beats play, plotting all the ways I’ll prove to them I’m nasty

Certain I’m not human when I’m rapping

But I’m a little frightened of the music that I’m crafting

As I said I’m driving and it’s 10PM at night

I gotta get up early in the morning, usually I can sleep

But I got this fear up in my head that I can’t do the shit I’m bragging

It feels like I’m losing and they’re laughing

Probably got something to do with the fact I’m ticking off my bucket list

I never really thought it’d ever come to this

All the work I put in’s paying off, I ain’t succumb to it

Best believe the haters couldn’t measure to my confidence

But that thought still lingers in my mind that all I do is write a fucking hit

The substance doesn’t touch on shit, maybe I should up and quit

Then I take a look at what I’ve done with this

Keep striving after the accomplishments

Chorus:

I write and I fulfill my wishes

And I ain’t even gotta try, yea, you get the picture

I usually don’t steal a rhyme ‘specially in my writtens

But DaBaby got that vibe, you can feel the rhythm, and I’m still singing

I’m not a PUPPET, I cut them strings, I’m still ONE OF A KIND

And I know that you love it when I bust that heat cause you bump it in your ride, yea