Lyrics

It's that... Pink Panther shit I just finished off the handle I be right like light bulbs You be like some candles Swear I feel like Jesus walking, feel it in my sandals One tap, head-shot, and like I got a vandal I gotta stop at the reference I don't like to party, no, that isn't my preference Stacking all the bands, and I'm not showing difference So if you want some help, you better pray to the reverends 'Cause the help you need is something bigger I swear that this year my net-worth crossing eight figures That's 10 milli' just some shit you can't imagine All because I hopped up on the internet spazzin' It's the fans who made me I fucking love my job, yeah this shit is my baby And I've been workin' hard, I don't know about lazy I'm only doin' shit if they talk about paying me Um, I just had a little bit of a Kanye moment Shout out to all of my teachers that always said that The internet was a waste of time, you know, And I was, I was never gonna do anything with it I'm not saying you were wrong, I'm just saying that you do look a little stupid right now Like uh... a small, tiny amount Yeah, I'm not sayin' I had no support But most adults, they were wishing I was playing sports Nothing wrong with that shit, but it just wasn't me Havin' lot of doubters, yeah, did a lot to humble me Even my dad was one of 'em You'll think I'll never make it Now I'm finally showing him I pay off their retirement, like I was the chosen one Can't wait to be a dad Swear I'm raising a golden one At Christmas, told my dad I made a milli' He looked at me like I was stupid and just talkin' silly Whipped out the phone and pulled up the account He had to take a fucking moment with those commas to count (Cha-ching!) So if you got a dream, you gotta follow it through Or you'll be full of regret for shit you didn't pursue And that's the worst type of pain And I don't want you to lose So just do what makes you happy And then stack all the loot I'm gonna take care of everyone in my family, Everybody I care about, alright, And if uh... you're not a fan of that Well... uh... too damn bad!
Writer(s): Henry Mancini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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