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Options - IyoAlka

Lyrics by：Nate Feuerstein/David Arthur Garcia/Cameron Doyle

Composed by：Nate Feuerstein/David Arthur Garcia/Cameron Doyle

Look I don't know what's gotten into me

I could be off of my rocker potentially

Bigger I get the more they thinkin' less of me

Don't be the one to insult my integrity

Put down the whistle I'm done with you referees

Y'all don't know nothing you think you ejected me

'Til I show up in the game like

Remember me

I gotta make it these people depend on me

Ayy that's how I'm living these days

Threaten my wife keep digging that grave

I had a job making minimum wage

Told myself that I gotta get paid

Prove myself yeah get up my grades

Walk into class like

Gimme that A

Think I'm trash

Put a bag in your face

And I put you by the road like

Look what it's saying

Here's a reminder that I still spit

Think I need to advise you to watch your lip

Or at least realize that I'm not no kid

Don't Google my name tryna find my crib

Write a pop song then I write a song like this

Do a lot wrong

Doesn't matter I learn quick

I'm an outlaw my brain has no fence

Doesn't matter either way to me 'cause even if it did

I would destroy it

Woo woo woo

Used to be employee now I'm employer

Making big deals now I gotta get lawyers

People tell me to relax and enjoy it

But when I kick back I see warnings

So much time might pass can't ignore it

Every time I rap and I'm recording

Might be my last so I absorb it 'cause

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it yeah

I gotta make it or make it

Man these are the options these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it yeah

I gotta make it or make it

Man these are the options these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man these are the options these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man these are the options these are the options

Yeah

Tool bag without the pliers

Intros without the choirs