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Daniel Goldstein
Daniel Goldstein
Songwriter
Michael Johnson Jr.
Michael Johnson Jr.
Songwriter
Jacob Brown
Jacob Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

Work hard, Be somebody, Be something more than what you see in the mirror Let the world be your mirror (Go) Rolling pounds in this bitch, Swear this blunt keep on fucking me up (keep on fucking me up) 3x my niggas y'all niggas on none (on none) T up the city, we flipping it up (it up) I had to hop in my bag, put a cape on my back, Now everybody looking at us (at us) They got too envious, they couldn't wait (uh, uh) They didn't want to see us so they had to, uh They had to trust (oh, oh-oh) I'm sorry, I didn't give a fuck (fuck) Cause who the fuck stood by the bus with me I know that you're not feeling loved (no, no) But lately everybody loving me Feel like I needed an apology (need an apology) You like what you hating, hypocrisy I feel it in the animosity I had to just go 40 states and I'm out on the road (road) 200k want to book me for shows (shows) I need the guala, put dollars on hoes (hoes) Went number one like my name was D-Rose (rose) In Tallahassee with the Seminoles No time on my wrist because my diamonds is froze I hate when these niggas be telling me bullshit, That I already -- fuck! That I already know (Damn, okay Yuh, yuh, yuh, ah-ah) Rolling pounds in this bitch, Swear this blunt keep on fucking me up (keep on fucking me up) Feelings in the way, bitch I'm just trynna' fuck (yea I'm just trynna fuck) I hop in my bag, now I'm scruffing it up (I'm scruffing it up) I just texted Autumn two weeks ago, She wasn't giving me time, now she saying "wassup" You seeing this fate and demise if you look in my eyes, (yea) Then you telling me you're not enough (you not enough) I hop on the phone with big brudda, we chatting it up, He keep telling me my music tough (that my music is tough) These people just spawned right behind me, Cause two years ago, not a soul in this bitch showed me love (showing me love) Come hot in this shit, I'm admitted (yea) Pull up in a dealership, this shit ain't rented I'm cool with the Arabs, that's working at Vengence I'm cool with the motherfuckers, who stopped and listened (listen) I'm cool off the bitches that's stuck in they feelings (feelings) I'm cool off the heroes cause now I'm the villain (yea, ye-ah) They ain't want to hear me, but now they gone listen (ye-ah) I'm knocking the king off the throne, 'bout to put on a show (show) Motherfuckers like how I flow (flow) Bitch tried to tell me, I know (know) I'm liking the way that you glow (glow) I'm watching my paper go grow (grow) I'm just trying to stand by my business These bitches surround me, but that ain't the difference The money I'm bringing in, that shit is different This shit never personal, stay out your feelings Rolling pounds in this bitch, Swear this blunt keep on fucking me up (keep on fucking me up) Feelings in the way, bitch I'm just trynna' fuck (yea I'm just trynna fuck) I hop in my bag, now I'm scruffing it up (I'm scruffing it up) I just texted Autumn two weeks ago, She wasn't giving me time, now she saying "wassup" You seeing this fate and demise if you look in my eyes, (yea) Then you telling me you're not enough (you not enough) Rolling pounds in this bitch, Swear this blunt keep on fucking me up (keep on fucking me up) Feelings in the way, bitch I'm just trynna' fuck (yea I'm just trynna fuck) I hop in my bag, now I'm scruffing it up (I'm scruffing it up) I just texted Autumn two weeks ago, She wasn't giving me time, now she saying "wassup" You seeing this fate and demise if you look in my eyes, (yea) Then you telling me you're not enough (you not enough) Yea, you not enough (You not enough, you not enough) (This blunt keep on fucking me up, keep on fucking me up) (This blunt keep on fucking me up, keep on fucking me up) Rolling pounds in this bitch, Swear this blunt keep on fucking me up 3x my niggas y'all niggas on none T up the city, we flipping it up I had to hop in my bag, put a cape on my back, Now everybody looking at us They got too envious, they couldn't wait They didn't want to see us so they had to, uh They had to trust
Writer(s): Michael Johnson Jr, Jacob Brown, Daniel Goldstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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