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Don't mind me just mindin' my business Pockets gettin' deep gotta brand new wish list Way it poke out my shirt got me lookin' suspicious I got me a real one don't need any bitches If they fuck with my bread they gon' leave with sum stitches Broke niggas like Covid I'm keepin' my distance When you gettin' success they start movin' malicious I came, from rags to riches, yea My pain, came from wrong decisions, yea Got it straight out the mud wit some muscle, I move with a muscle I'm new and improved shoulda knew not to trust you I'm losing my cool when a fool tryna tussle I'm walking through got my shoes in a puddle Ain't satisfied yet gotta make this shit double My city a jungle got lions and bears All eyes on me and I'm highly aware In a class of my own this not time to compare They don't know about the city that I'm from The struggles I faced in a place like the slums Found me a way to escape had to jump I took a leap of faith they took a lunge I be dickin' her down while you pay for her lunch Countin' me out now it's numbers I crunch Man of the year make a mill in a month I can tell that he broke he been talkin' too much Don't mind me just mindin' my business Pockets gettin' deep gotta brand new wish list Way it poke out my shirt got me lookin' suspicious I got me a real one don't need any bitches If they fuck with my bread they gon' leave with sum stitches Broke niggas like Covid I'm keepin' my distance When you gettin' success they start movin' malicious I came, from rags to riches, yea My pain, came from wrong decisions, yea Young and naive with a tatt on his sleeve He just happy to breath 'cause he know in this life God could put you to sleep Couple racks on me at least My credit bad I couldn't lease 100k is an amateur week I been stackin' my chips I ain't gamble in weeks I'm goin' hard for the streets I was wrapping up work now I'm rapping on beats Yea I brought platinum plaques back to my city Is you smart or you loyal I don't care if you pretty Niggas tried to sign my life away and they tried to play that off Yea niggas hatin' 'cause they know I'm poppin' Name rang chains hang flossin' Do what I want I ain't weighin' the options Before I'm done I'mma be in your top ten Don't mind me just mindin' my business Pockets gettin' deep gotta brand new wish list Way it poke out my shirt got me lookin' suspicious I got me a real one don't need any bitches If they fuck with my bread they gon' leave with sum stitches Broke niggas like Covid I'm keepin' my distance When you gettin' success they start movin' malicious I came, from rags to riches, yea My pain, came from wrong decisions, yea
Writer(s): Jamiah Brown, David Kim, Eli Gerald Haire Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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