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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Olivier Laurent
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olivier Laurent
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chef Trackz
Mixing Engineer
Josh Gonzalez
Producer
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Working for myself, I know it's hard to see (hard to see)
I know that talent ain't worth nothing, I work hard to see (hard to see)
I thank you for doubting me, you don't owe me an apology (apology)
It's Mr. 726, I hope you follow me (follow me)
Humble pie, I'm tired of eating, can I flex a bit? (Flex a bit)
Eight-V, that's 32, I finally exited (exited)
Bought a crib out in Lindy, hate these Trump supporters (Trump supporters)
Betham Walls talking to me as I cross the border (cross the border)
Like LeBron, expectations, I'd exceeded much (exceeded much)
Watch your step, my cement, kinda wet, I'm up (I'm up)
Corner store, played a lot of you, believe in luck (believe in luck)
Early morning, crack of dawn, and I believe in trust (believe in trust)
Trust your team, trust the **** you done came up with (came up with)
Trust your girl, trust the woman you done made love with (made love with)
No surprise, you don't see them, but they down my eyes (down my eyes)
So I get some top tier, tell me where I lied
My shit is butter, babe, it's like butter, babe
Damn, my shit is butter, babe, it's like butter, babe
Damn, my shit is butter, babe, it's like butter, babe
Damn, my shit is butter, butter, butter, butter
I feel like my time is impeccable
I feel like my voice is credible
I feel like I've been here before
I'm lapping you twice, I'm so far ahead of you
I feel like the name of the game is being yourself and giving the best of you
And even if money is short, believe in the Lord, 'cause he will invest in you
I've been in it, never be predicament
Can't tell you I ever predicted it
Can't tell you I ever was innocent
Cup in my hand, I'm drunk and belligerent
But now I got food in my plate, I give it away, I barely can finish it
Receiving more life when you giving it
Not talking, my ****, I'm living it (living in a machine)
Feel like the problem with me is I like to do things on my own
Feel like the problem with me is my ego won't leave me alone
(Hey, my shit, fuck)
Feel like the problem with me is I never would settle for good
Feel like the problem with me is I'd only be better than great (great)
My shit is butter, babe, it's like butter, babe
Damn, my shit is butter, babe, it's like butter, babe
Damn, my shit is butter, babe, it's like butter, babe
Damn, my shit is butter, butter
DJ number one
Listen, catch my ****, Liv, Gil, Bayonne on live on Sundays, man
'Cause that's what we do
We live on Sunday, we live on Monday, we live on Tuesday
We try to live every day, we
My dreams gotta hit your way
I could sell a prayer to a preacher, now he pray to me
Mama said I should've been an accountant, but that ain't for me
Assets, I only hear your words in the past tense
I tell you fuck your future, but I'm Haitian
And that's bad French, my present, wouldn't give
See this life, gotta give
I've been working, I've been searching
But every shooter gotta hit, this is the way
Seems like every rap a hot sold out
Seems like every rap is sold out
Sacrifice a life just so you can be the man I know now
Ask God, bitch, I'm in my zone now
Seems like every rap a hot sold out
Seems every rap is sold out
Sacrifice a life just so you can be the man I know now
Ask God, bitch, I'm in my zone now
Yo, I feel like I'm right back, Deontay
You know I'm wild for this
I dropped out of school, yay, K
Gave me the scholarship, that white light
I shined so bright, but yet in hindsight
A star was only born the minute I stepped in the moonlight
The minute you said you was off this
The minute I knew that you lost it
Guessing your bars is tired, yeah
Only your options exhausted
So please proceed with some caution
It's difficult, I flip reciprocal
Verses is biblical
This is your chapter of revelation
This is the moment you realize all the time that you wasted
This is the moment you realize it's time to get out the basement
No rap city, couldn't split half with me
Statues with ties, statues with ties
Think of a time when people paid you no mind
Now they pay me in gold, now they pay me (to rob)
Written by: Olivier Laurent

