Couldn’t Wait for It - Blxst ft. Blxst, Rick Ross

Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage

We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it

Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin'

It's just different when it's a self-made story

And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose

I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved

I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes

Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh

I don't really stress over pressure, I think big

Who am I if I don't take it further than Nip did?

Had dreams of being an owner since this big

Gotta set the bar even higher and switch gears

We don't do this for the prize, we affect lives

Gotta put that shit to the side, like what's pride?

We gon' live forever 'cause never respect dies

You ain't gotta like it but better respect mine

It ain't a question, I thank God, I'm blessed with a great squad

I'm grateful for Tru mom, I promise to make time

Circle of great minds, no way that we can't shine

Believe it, bet they gon' love the Evgle in due time

I noticed they gon' knock every mountain we do climb

But the real ones lookin' back on the grind like, "'Bout time"

I'm still forever humble, in front is a pound sign

They could never doubt mine, forever we outside

Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage

We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it

Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin'

It's just different when it's a self-made story

And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose

I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved

I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes (Yes)

Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

The love is genuine, thugs are innocent

Compassion'll never last, get ended just like a sentence

I'm pullin' up in a Bent' (Skrr), knowin' my money straight

They lookin' all through the tint, imagine what's in the safe (Haha)

I blew my new bitch a kiss, caught it just like a case

Six Cartiers on my wrist, I'm a martyr for Modern Day (Boss)

Top down, all I blast is Marvin Gaye (Ooh)

Ask Blxst 'cause Blxst got all the ladies

The money get complicated so we go on vacations

The yacht a million a day, champagne and PlayStations

Bottles still all black, club still all packed

I'm pullin' her by the arm and trust me she all that

Trust me we all rich, such a small clique

Refferred to as The Biggest, so must be cautious, uh

Ain't no ceiling 'cause I put it in the trunk (Huh)

What's twenty million? (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) I'ma spend that in a month (Woo)

Couldn't wait for it, runnin' out of pain storage

We was made for it, now we gettin' paid for it

Ayy, upstairs with the champagne pourin'

It's just different when it's a self-made story

And I know I got more to prove, I wasn't born to lose

I can't do mediocre, gotta be G.O.A.T approved

I would tell you to walk in 'em but you can't afford the shoes

Settle if you wanna but I gotta be G.O.A.T approved, oh