Tekst Utworu

Haters acting like they hate it but love it The way you really feel ain't matching what you saying in public I'm staying on point like I'm never changing the subject You care about your honor? Or you only say it to judges? I'm not playing beloved I got hunger pains, I got a ache in my stomach Don't hit me bout a show if you ain't tryna pay me for comin I gotta be a boss, everyday I be hustling So I can listen to own music in a Maybach Folk I don't remember like "I knew that kid from way back" Dudes trying me because I'm used to being laid back But I like being in this mood when I create raps They got me on one, I'm done being the calm one Stacking up the vault, I got a lot I gotta let out They wish they had my body of work, like we was in the movie 'Get Out' Tell 'em if they don't got no bread out I'm something like a dog in a car, I gotta head out
Writer(s): Talbert Swan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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