Lyrics

Ay, I've been spitting truth, only saying what I'm feeling Making all the moves so I can't see what the deal is Finally cut loose from the tethers of an illness Got nothing to prove, all I've got for you is realness, ay Going deep, you can tell me if you feel it This is all me, give a fuck about a gimmick I ain't losing sleep if you take or you leave it So keep on talking shit, it's still attention I'm receiving Every time you drop my name, you preach this shit like you believe it Trying to steal my fame and all the profits I've been reaping Obsessing every day over a life that you ain't living You a lame, need to find a better way to spend your weekend If you ain't got time to get your racks up Then you ain't got time to talk shit And if you're coming to me looking for a handout Expect a hand across the face you little bitch "Trying to work, let's collab", who the fuck are you I'll only let you on a track if I fuck with you I ain't put my name on anything that I ain't wanted to I'm just being honest, play it fast like in Sonic 2 Never come in last, yeah I'm winning all the races See me blast past, I can't even see your faces Dreaming about stacks, seven digits of the paper Envisioning an empire, you're looking at the maker If you ain't got time to get your racks up Then you ain't got time to talk shit And if you're coming to me looking for a handout Expect a hand across the face you little bitch If you ain't got time to get your racks up Then you ain't got time to talk shit And if you're coming to me looking for a handout Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
Writer(s): Duncan Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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