Gardner23K500 - Can’t Wait to Tell This Story lyrics

This my world (This my world) this my world
Nonstop, nonstop i been working nonstop
Nonstop, I been working nonstop

Lately I been working working working nonstop
Lately I been in the booth cooking nonstop
Keep on going until I'm right up at the top
Once I get there I know
I ain't never finna flop
(Stop, stop, nonstop)
Yeah this my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world

I can’t stop now this my time
I was tryna make her mine
She made me lose track of time
I was chilling with my slime
Now we all up on the climb
Now we all up on the rise
When we pop ain't no surprise
Cooking it up in the Stu (Up in the Stu)
Making beats dropping shit with the crew
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
People talk shit like "who
The hell are you?" (Who are you?)
Too many bands I'm running outta room (Woah)
Double C’s like everything blue
(Everything blue)
Ice on my teeth make it hard to chew (yeah)
Remember them days all we had was stew
(Oh yeah) spin the block with a Uzi zoom
("What, you thought that I
Wasn't gon' come through?")
You want some money so go get in your bag
(Go get in your bag)
That boy think he famous
Jiggy with the stacks (He think he famous)
I'm tight with the shit
Rubber band my racks uh
At least I know I'll never be alone
My homies got my back they ride
Or dies let that be known
RIP the homies names on a stone
Claiming 23K500, know that boy my clone

Lately I been working working working nonstop
Lately I been in the booth cooking nonstop
Keep on going until I'm right up at the top
Once I get there I know
I ain't never finna flop
(Stop, stop, nonstop)
Yeah this my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world

Big racks, big stacks, big packs, all that
I was down bad in the
Trenches with the homies, full strap
Remember them days in the basement
Me and the homies recording them tracks
Remember them days I was hurting
Lost in my mind I thought I was trapped
Wait, bag, wait, cash
I just been counting my cash
Lately I feel like Tayk, do the dash uh
Hold up I'm going too fast uh
Tryna make up for my past uh
I just been working and working I promise I
Ain’t never gonna come in last uh
I got two 40’s I’m sorry baby
But you can’t be shorty (Shorty)
And people know I'm in the
House like I'm Cory (Like I'm Cory)
I might be singing but I’m telling a story uh
I'm telling the story bought how I grew up
Can’t wait to tell the one bout how I blew up
Me and all my homies about to crew up
Not single a single soul can get through us

Lately I been working working working nonstop
Lately I been in the booth cooking nonstop
Keep on going until I'm right up at the top
Once I get there I know
I ain't never finna flop
(Stop, stop, nonstop)
Yeah this my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world (Stop, stop, nonstop)
This my world

On the road and I
Noticed you looking little bit cold
I don't got a label I'm making it on own
I ain’t the kinda guy that'll
Sell away my own soul
I'm tryna make some money I'm tryna
To make it my way
And I'm wishing that you could stay
I got choppas under my lay
And I know a lot people
Do anything get to them paid
But if you making wrong moves then
The police finna raid uh this my world
I’m just trying to get some money
Yeah, this my world