Letra

Back to the music, out of my slump Took a risk with N-GEM, guess I missed the jump Fell in love and got played by one little (uh) I was down for a minute, I'm stumbling up I know my parents gon' be proud of who I become I'll be proud when my pockets are lined up like Buffet's And the fans are lined up how the World Cup is And I give all the fucking haters comeuppance Still making mistakes and learning Gettin' they heads turning Proud to be a Guido Still a quarter german So you know I'm rollin like a VolksWagon Got the folks braggin, how they know me now Unpaid features yeah that won't happen They know Matt is fuckin next on the come up They won't admit yet to try and get me to shut up But my confidence is crazy how the fuck I'm gon' shut up I'mma show these motherfuckers how I cut up And that's just where I'm at right now I know I can't go back right now Boutta smoke a pack right now And that's just where I'm at Back to the music and I'm back to the dream HaterHaterz LLC, self employee Stay at clean hotels and I pay no fee Pull up to the venue and they all know me Whether its 20 heads in Richmond Or 150 in Roch' You know I'm making women spaz And bust outta they bra's Been smoking all the comp, you can say that I'm raw But I always got protection, talkin bitches or nah Oh, and they love when I sing a bit Like I make her do when I'm givin' it See I can switch it up when I'm wanting to You wanna switch up on me? No one stopping you You go ghost on me and my name ends up haunting you And no I can't hang gotta get to the rendezvous Disrespect me who the fuck is you talking to No, I'm a nice guy, but we got nothin in common dude and And that's just where I'm at right now I know I can't go back right now Boutta smoke a pack right now And that's just where I'm at Back to the music but I never really left though Should've been pushin it more from the get go Wu-Tang bumpin so protect your neck hoes I heard your daddy snake, so the rest of y'all are geckos My name is spread across the nation On ThisIs50 For only talking money, barely press runs, no viddies I don't need to stand round a foreign with twenty biddies And I don't need a whole buncha fake snakes fuckin with me I know I got an ego Confidence comes off as cocky Just remember all my life I been told this is what I'd not be Still proving haters wrong, some tracks Come off as sloppy but those days are done I feel like nobody can top me (Except that blondie) Still drive around a Nissan soon to drive a Bently I told you I'm a nice guy but y'all just love to test me I been on the Rap Weekly, this isn't how you press me The disrespect is just what gets me going and And that's just where I'm at right now I know I can't go back right now Boutta smoke a pack right now And that's just where I'm at
Writer(s): Matthew Stotz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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