Lyrics Fruition - R.T.A.

Fruition

I get to the bag never fumble it
Get to the bag these niggas be rumbling
They talkin that shit like they know me
But them Niggas they don’t know me
Sippin on this drink I sit back and relax
All them niggas be talkin but they don’t do shit
I’m a young trend setter I don’t worry bout nobody
I just do me and put my team up on my shoulders
Walk around everyday like I got chip on my shoulders
Like I got a chip on my shoulders bih
Your bitch want a real one
She want me to fuck her face
Now she wanna call me Batman put silver on my cape
She said she really like me
I do not fuck with these bitches
I send that bitch to south beach
She act like I’m her hero
She call me Tyler hero but I’m not Tyler hero
Walk around on the pavement
Sip on the drink then I just lean back
Your bitch on my mind she want me
She said she really need me bad
On the bitch like bam
Get to the money like damn
I get to the bag all the time
All these bitches looking at me
I don’t give them a dime
She said that she really wanna fuck all the time
But I don’t want a bitch I just wanna relax
Everything is strange but it come into fruition
Sippin on this drink everything come to fruition
All these fucking thousands in my pocket to fruition
Now I’m bout to get the million dollars
Woah