Blake Foster - What You Do It For Lyrics

Seven years running in the game
I ain't tired
And the money is the least of all my worries
How could I stress?
I could make a product that'll make you quit your job
I ain't ever getting worried
I just give it up to god yes
Music is contest
Losing ain't an option
Losers trying to grab a hold of me and all my progress
Your focused on the content
I'm focused on the product
Probably the reason that your shit don't get no comments
"Tell me what you do it for"
Brother ain't it obvious?
Talent in my jeans
I got The Weeknd in my pocket
"Do you ever dream?"
I'm pretty much unconscious
But I don't ever sleep
I think I suffer from insomnia
Wake up
Check phone
Make stuff
Let go
Play that beat on repeat headphones
Record
Hit song
They gone
Like this
Move on
We got so much like this
Pretty boy
He a star
He just need a
Little more
Confidence
Watch him get it
World is ours
To the stars
Astronaut
Cosmic
Super Bowl
Watch it
Nothing is impossible
We be on the that wild shit
Aw I'm coming for your head
Bitch
Nothing that you make ever impress
Bitch
Tell me give you more I'll give you less
Bitch
I am everything except for stressed
Bitch
Ok I'm up done whispering
Pretty boy mouth clean like Listerine
How the f*ck you supped to dream if you never sleep?
I don't know I guess I'm talented, play the beat
I had a meeting with my uh ex-manager
I don't know it seemed like he needed managing
That's what happens when you leave me in the dust bitch
I'll be on my MC Hammer can't touch this
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
Too fly
My voice low but I get high
And now my hands around your neck
Do you feel like you can't breathe?
You kinda feel like you can't breathe?
Do you feel like you can't breathe?
I bet you feel like you can't breathe