The Best lyrics by Rod Wave
Hold up my brother, don’t forget
Hold up my sister, just enough
There is a master plan in store for you
If you just make it through
God’s gonna [?]
He’s gonna make it worth your time
For all of the trouble you been through
[?]
[?] the best
Ayy, you know, word around town, I’m the (The best)
I’m the best, B-E-S-T
I be in Kentucky getting money like I’m EST
I can land in Memphis, make a million like I’m PRE
Baby, I’m that nigga where I’m from and where you be
She said, “Where you at?” I’m at the top where it’s lonely
Watching film, yeah, I’m scoping
In the game, plus I’m coaching
Pass the ball, coach, I’m open
Coach, I’m open, niggas in the way
I’m just tryna get the pape’
My trap jumping like Chick-fil-A, but we open on Sundays
I was pressing my mixtapes when niggas was getting they lunch trays
On the block with my cousin all night ’til the sun came
I can go to Milwaukee, arena more packed than a Bucks’ game
Know I’m five times platinum, and I’m going for my sixth ring
And I’m going for my, huh
You know the best is yet to come
Oh my God, something ain’t, I’m saying though, it’s some shit you never seen
It’s some shit you, it’s just [?]
Yeah, come close, come close, yes, thank you
Youngin, uh, I can
Ayy, listen, no shade
I can go to Milwaukee, bro, and I probably could sell more tickets than the Bucks’ game
You know what I’m talking ’bout?
Oh, uh, I thank God for it
The best
Yeah, let your soul fly
[?] has got ’em blessed
Pray for love
The best has yet to come
With your beautiful mind
Yeah, let your soul fly
[?] has got ’em blessed
Pray for love
The best has yet to come
With your beautiful mind