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Writing raps and watching camera feeds, pistol for my sanity Lying, saying, "I'm doing fine", gotta keep the fam at ease God be having plans for me, I let them reveal themselves My music is medicine for people tryna heal themselves, feel themselves I think my confidence be pissing a few of you off But what you hate in me is missing in you, and you soft I be biting, I be chipping the tooth, while you bark I'm everything that you be wishing was you, but you not Y'all in a deep sleep, the game ain't what it seems, peep They muddy the waters just to try to make it seem deep Made eight million dollars plus 200 grand in three weeks Supermodel suck me clean, I love my little neat freaks Everyone on my team eats I employ my comrades, no one's looking at job ads Not only have I seen the whole world, but we all have, my mom has too I got a house with a gate and my mom has two (that's a fact) I'm the truth, CEO and all my companies succeeded Hustling until there is no introduction needed Hit the blunt, I'm weeded, fifth of rum this evening The jig is up, y'all sitting up, I'm interrupting sleeping Ain't no money in music, that's what the industry says Made 20 million independent, dawg, the industry's dead I'm a brand owner, land owner, making money, hand over fists Never hand over this, are you stupid? Ha I've been tryna keep my cool (cool), but people keep provoking me I've been on the move (move), you cannot get close to me Doing what I do (do), step out, and they know it's me What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talking 'bout shit) Y'all ain't saying shit, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothing I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be something Bitch, I'm the truth, yeah, this ain't nothing new, yeah-yeah I thought I heard a non-platinum going niggas say something Heard your album last night, at best it was aight Got some hoes coming over, ain't shit we can play from it Every other song, you get a Draco and spray something Raised off Hov and Nas, keep them niggas away from us Hear the drums on this bitch and think Dr. Dre coming He not, it's the one man D-Block In some classic Rebooks, off three shots, feeling like 3 Pacs I fucked more models than Puff off Cîroc than he did Ask Drake what I did at his crib Labor Day weekend I've been shot, I've been stabbed, still waving this red flag The man behind Demi Lovato success after rehab Couple lawsuits, the blogs say he lost what he had I'm like Louis Vuitton stitching, bitch, I get to the bag Underdog 'til the death of me, the Chronic seed, the sesame It's sound classic 'cause I got all Andre Young's recipes Murdering beats is like sex to me Fucking the track is like Yung Miami laying next to me Room dark as Kodak Black when I'm off this ecstasy That ass getting Nipsey slapped if that pussy testing me So come test me, yuh body flow pon' the river, nigga Bigger than the lips on '96 Jigga And don't try to twist my words like rolling herbs You drove past my truck, Reasonable Doubt is what you heard, nerds I see nothing but see Urkels in your circle Diss and I'ma hurt you, pull it and I'ma murk you Your bitch see the top of my star, I'm popping her too Your GoFundMe only did half, she in your hearse too Open that casket, give that bastard a church view You died with your bitch, yeah, that's what call the bird flu Your mama crying, thinking 'bout the day you lost your first tooth All she need is time, I told her, "Patience is a virtue" I've been tryna keep my cool (cool), but people keep provoking me I've been on the move (move), you cannot get close to me Doing what I do (do), step out, and they know it's me What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talking 'bout shit) Y'all ain't saying shit, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothing I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be something Bitch, I'm the truth, yeah, this ain't nothing new, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Ayy, Russ, you thought you was gon' body me on your own shit? Haha, hell nah, you already know Yeah, but I can't go for that, no, no can do I can't go for that, no, no can do I can't go for that, no, no can do I can't go for that, can't go for that Can't go for that, can't go for that I can go for being twice as nice
Writer(s): James Russell Vitale, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Tony L Cottrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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