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Feelings don't die I just bury em Wance could walk by himself I try and carry em I just wanna see my niggas up Flow water put it in ya cup Tell me how it taste dawg I been broke I ain't break dawg You doing good but you ain't great dawg That's what I be telling myself Never selling myself I cop the blanks press the merch and mail it myself Put my cape on I heard niggas yelling for help Stop it We just getting turnt up Step in the booth and come out burnt up Don't get me started nigga They going dumb I'm retarded How I'm in the top 100 and I ain't charted Something smelling off in here These niggas farted Put my whole catalog for sale And they bought it Covid still going it's been hard on an artist I'm so damn sick I couldn't tell you if I caught it Flesh wounds Shitted on em Fucked up the restroom Now I'm finna shit in the next room This shit is not close A couple black sheep but they not goats Might be GD's but they not folks I been with my niggas building new ways Leaders of the new age This shit could only go two ways Either you gone quit or you gone keep going Either you gone die or you going keep growing? Smiling in my grave Thinking bout the roads that I paved Look at all the owners we done made Yaya made millions Tessie made millions Milli made millions Bitch that's how I'm feeling What the fuck is a ceiling? Stop it Aint nobody close to me Just a joke to me I'm Tariq St. Patrick niggas ghost to me Y'all niggas buggin' what's a roach to me Top twenty list is just a post to me Who serious? I'm moving too fast these niggas furious I took all the risk I was curious Turned down Roc Nation had me feeling all delirious Nigga stop Had to build it my own way Who said independence was the long way I get paid every time my song play Had to step my grind up I don't need luck I made my mind up When you value time look where you wind up Nigga that's a clock bar Might be in the red but I'm still up That's a stock bar Whole lot of sheep and silly beef That's a stockyard I can't be the best rapper nigga I'm a pop star I was up a hunnit still riding in my pops car Tryna make a million in 3 months and I'm not far All these rap niggas gassed up but they not stars Who tf the year belong to if it's not ours? Nigga stop playing
Writer(s): Larussell Thomas, Daniel Gopfert, Ihor Oliinyk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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