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lyrics
Don’t give a fuck
I had a dream I was covered in bucks,
I woke up then I ran all the shit up,
I’m coming up man they thought I was done,
Feel in my body I’ve done it before,
I’m at the show off the premium dope,
It is my time let em hate when I’m done,
I’m in the studio opening doors,
Got off my ass I can’t be wit the dorks,
Imma keep working not keeping the score,
It’s a new year I got shit up in store,
Don’t fuck wit these niggas got up on my own,
Look at the star power I been showing,
Pick up the speed I cannot be slowing,
Two years ago what the fuck was I doing,
Listen to me man that shit was a honor,
Reach in my bag let me turn to a baller,
I’m tryna run up these digits be calling,
He tried to fit in that stock keep falling,
Bank Of America I count a dollar,
She tryna kiss on my neck and my collar,
I’m still coming up pay respect to the fallen,
I love to work give myself a new challenge,
I stay on the path I can’t look to the side,
You wanna come up then come for the ride,
You wanna hate cause you can’t join the side,
You outside the club cause you can’t come inside,
I’m talking my shit cause it gotta be said,
I get so mad that I only see red,
Niggas be stalking me just like the feds,
I got this lifestyle stuck in my head,
I know I turn to target every time I’m talking I gotta keep shit in my head,
Still going hard for respect imma die as an artist I swear that I’m pulling ahead,
I used to think I was better off dead,
I woke up then I got straight on my legs,
I gotta go up for all of these niggas,
I need them bands what the fuck is a listen?
I took a break from the gram taking pictures,
I got to run up mf digits,
Look at my fate cause this shit it was written,
In this bitch working the fuck is you kidding,
You gotta make up your mf mind,
Ain’t choosing your fate that boy got no spine,
You gotta work if you stay on the grind,
Don’t just be wasting my time,
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap