Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
O.T.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Richmond
Songwriter
Lyrics
Opinion and Views
I don't got nothing to prove
Don't care about these opinions and views
When I was never built to lose
Haters gonna hate that is just what they do
Whoever want it I don't pick and choose
If these dude feeling
Froggy make a move
Don't play with me I am not that
Dude gotta short fuse
I don't got all my screws
I'm making them sick about to vomit
They can not stomach it
Copy my style switched it up
They stuck on my old drip
Don't trip blow that gas
Road trip if they in my way
Getting em out my way
Road kill let me keep chill
Cause I will kill
Judge trying to give me max years
Bump that rather sign Max's deal
Middle finger in the air on how they feel
I get to that bag
Keep it a buck I don't care who get mad
Give me that gas I do the dash
Aim at his feet make him tap dance
Step with them drums like marching band
Audience
Hottest thing in the street murder tracks
Kill beats to hot for tv
No flat photography fee
If I come to your town gotta charge your city fees in a drop counting
Cheese haters watching and police
Still don't mean nothing to me
Prepare for anything
It ring it they looking for me
They know where I be
Moving around in the streets
Stacking paper with my team
Living life like a dream
Hook:I don't got nothing to prove
Don't care about these opinions and views
When I was never built to lose
Haters gonna hate that is just what they do
Whoever want it I don't pick and choose
If these dude feeling
Froggy make a move
Don't play with me I am not that
Dude gotta short fuse
I don't got all my screws.
Ain't got nothing to prove
To none of these dudes
They can not walk in my shoes
Boss moves I do what I want these fools get told what to do
We ain't the same my circle is small
Only rotate with a few
But don't get it twisted
Nothing but them hittas in my crew
O.T. I be an OG on these streets
Paid my dues make it do what it do
I be on the move drop top coop
Disappear the roof when and slide threw
My thoughts homicide
My doors suicide
Them boys bet not try us
Got to the top and didn't even try
I'm be why they mad
Now I understand why
Don't care how they feel
If it's smoke let it fly it is what it is
I can not lie Richmen Entertainment we on the rise flicking threw them hundreds
Living da life get that money till the day that I die
My chick get whatever she like
Don't matter the price dripping in ice
Shine like a light on top of my game
I keep it tight run it up
All day and all night
Don't give a (F) what a hater like
Took over the game like a thief in night
Top flight watch me take flight
The way I shine need no light
In that bag my money right
This is what those haters don't like
Stack that paper make them mad
Right, right
Hook: I don't got nothing to prove
Don't care about these opinions and views
When I was never built to lose
Haters gonna hate that is just what they do
Whoever want it I don't pick and choose
If these dude feeling
Froggy make a move
Don't play with me I am not that
Dude gotta short fuse
I don't got all my screws
Written by: Otis Richmond