Fredo, Tiggs Da Author - Scoreboard lyrics

They love me for my ambition
She love me for my ambition
We're comin' from the damn kitchen ambition

All I ever wanted was a Rollie (Big face)
I remember when I couldn't afford it
From the magnum, we transitioned
Screamin', "They gon' love me
For my ambition"
Check the scoreboard, one nil, two nil
Three nil one mill, two mill, three mill
But who's countin?
Uh, how the fuck could you doubt me?

I'm from where they don't make it
But a hundred man try
So I don't ask why they doubtin' me
I understand why
Still, I can't make a ho wifе
When they don't understand lifе
They only understand price and how my
Chain cost a hundred grand twice i got paid
Then the pain started to trouble me less
They say my name again and again
They're fuckin' obsessed
Had to learn that success comes
With nothin' but stress
Never had breasts, but my chest
That's a double V-S (VVS)
Pull up in that spaceship like I'm Doctor Who
But everyone and their mom knows I
Got more than doctors do (They do)
Women with their boyfriend, in my time
I got a few
They that think they got a good girl
What they got is not a clue (A clue)
I got a lot of food like I
Ain't got a lot to lose
Never gave a shit about a lot of views
Ask the guys, real trapper
Had to turn an O into a box
The street witnessed me turn from
A soldier to a boss, 'cause-

All I ever wanted was a Rollie (A Rollie)
I remember when I couldn't afford it
(Afford it) from the magnum, we transitioned
(Transitioned)
Screamin' they gon' love me for my ambition
(Ambition)
Check the scoreboard, one nil, two nil
Three nil (One nil, two nil, three nil)
One mill, two mill, three mill
But who's countin? (Countin')
How the fuck could you doubt me? (How?)

Doubting me, that was a major mistake
Now makin' this cake's the main
Way I'm makin' them pay
It goes one mill, two mill, three mill, four
Check the score
I done that, but I still need more
Yeah, I was in the pen not makin' a penny
Now what's in my pen made me a milli'
Yeah, that's what you call a transition
Now I got warehouses and offices
A man's different but ask the gang
My first offices was Dan's kitchen
So fuck school
That don't make you intelligent
I still ain't come across a
Time that Shakespeare was relevant (Nope)
But, it's like a science in a
Lab when I'm makin' the medicine
Two-twenty for my last set
But I didn't take it with Phenergan
They say, "Come back and rap
" 'cause I'm mad hard, bro
Ain't made songs in a year
It's like my racks can't go
Still buyin' watches and cars, the pack cargo
The S was white, but black inside
I call it Jack Harlow

Check the scoreboard, one nil, two nil
Three nil (One nil, two nil, three nil)
One mill, two mill, three mill
But who's countin? (Countin')
How the fuck could you doubt me? (How?)