One two three four five
Keepin' to myself, got a low profile
Ain't been myself for a lil while
So I gotta lock in, I gotta get dialed
Stuck in my head, the old me is dead
Gotta get up and make my bed
First rule to discipline is that
You gotta get up and do what you said
Gotta be a man of your word or else you're nothing
Been on my grind facing these tough, tough times
In my mode like Goggins when I walk by
They all just be talking, they bluffing
Fear no rejection because I just came up from nothing
Kinda funny how they be talking hate on me
Got no other option
Little butt hurt, you were put up for adoption
Life ain't a game but you play it like it's Bop-It
Fer's Stash, bitch, you can never cop it
Stop at the bank, gotta make a deposit
What you know about that?
Only thing you know bout my check is that it's so fat
Can't fit the cash in a bag
Dr. Green thumb growing everything I eat
Chemicals in everything, there's poison in the meat
Won't listen to the government
They tryna get control
Got nanoplastics in the wheat
Looking at some bread, 10 ingredients at least
Only thing they want is for us to get disease
Eat fast food, be a slave
You workin' all your life, you still dirt cheap
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need to breathe
Ballin' on court niggas know that I'm scoring
Where your G? I don't do all that talking
He got hit without it and performed
He shot at my mans, now his family mourning
Y'all ain't bulletproof, better have you a vest
Cause you know I'm a creep with the tech
In the back of the back, he got hit in his chest
That's just how it go, once you steppin' correct
Smokin' and drinkin, that's just how I cope
Well respected, they called me the Pope
On the block, they was sellin' that dope
They say they want static, can't handle the smoke
Start from the bottom came up like I'm Jordan
And the big body bitches are foreign
This from my kids, so I'm puttin' my all in
Talkin' that pain in the tracks, I'm recording, gang
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One two three four five
Keepin' to myself, got a low profile
Ain't been myself for a lil while
So I gotta lock in, I gotta get dialed
Stuck in my head, the old me is dead
Gotta get up and make my bed
First rule to discipline is that
You gotta get up and do what you said
Gotta be a man of your word or else you're nothing
Been on my grind facing these tough, tough times
In my mode like Goggins when I walk by
They all just be talking, they bluffing
Fear no rejection because I just came up from nothing
Kinda funny how they be talking hate on me
Got no other option
Little butt hurt, you were put up for adoption
Life ain't a game but you play it like it's Bop-It
Fer's Stash, bitch, you can never cop it
Stop at the bank, gotta make a deposit
What you know about that?
Only thing you know bout my check is that it's so fat
Can't fit the cash in a bag
Dr. Green thumb growing everything I eat
Chemicals in everything, there's poison in the meat
Won't listen to the government
They tryna get control
Got nanoplastics in the wheat
Looking at some bread, 10 ingredients at least
Only thing they want is for us to get disease
Eat fast food, be a slave
You workin' all your life, you still dirt cheap
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need to breathe
Ballin' on court niggas know that I'm scoring
Where your G? I don't do all that talking
He got hit without it and performed
He shot at my mans, now his family mourning
Y'all ain't bulletproof, better have you a vest
Cause you know I'm a creep with the tech
In the back of the back, he got hit in his chest
That's just how it go, once you steppin' correct
Smokin' and drinkin, that's just how I cope
Well respected, they called me the Pope
On the block, they was sellin' that dope
They say they want static, can't handle the smoke
Start from the bottom came up like I'm Jordan
And the big body bitches are foreign
This from my kids, so I'm puttin' my all in
Talkin' that pain in the tracks, I'm recording, gang
Keepin' to myself, got a low profile
Ain't been myself for a lil while
So I gotta lock in, I gotta get dialed
Stuck in my head, the old me is dead
Gotta get up and make my bed
First rule to discipline is that
You gotta get up and do what you said
Gotta be a man of your word or else you're nothing
Been on my grind facing these tough, tough times
In my mode like Goggins when I walk by
They all just be talking, they bluffing
Fear no rejection because I just came up from nothing
Kinda funny how they be talking hate on me
Got no other option
Little butt hurt, you were put up for adoption
Life ain't a game but you play it like it's Bop-It
Fer's Stash, bitch, you can never cop it
Stop at the bank, gotta make a deposit
What you know about that?
Only thing you know bout my check is that it's so fat
Can't fit the cash in a bag
Dr. Green thumb growing everything I eat
Chemicals in everything, there's poison in the meat
Won't listen to the government
They tryna get control
Got nanoplastics in the wheat
Looking at some bread, 10 ingredients at least
Only thing they want is for us to get disease
Eat fast food, be a slave
You workin' all your life, you still dirt cheap
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need a key
Hear me scream, let me be
Hear me scream, bitch, let me be
The truth will set you free
Locked away, I need to breathe
Ballin' on court niggas know that I'm scoring
Where your G? I don't do all that talking
He got hit without it and performed
He shot at my mans, now his family mourning
Y'all ain't bulletproof, better have you a vest
Cause you know I'm a creep with the tech
In the back of the back, he got hit in his chest
That's just how it go, once you steppin' correct
Smokin' and drinkin, that's just how I cope
Well respected, they called me the Pope
On the block, they was sellin' that dope
They say they want static, can't handle the smoke
Start from the bottom came up like I'm Jordan
And the big body bitches are foreign
This from my kids, so I'm puttin' my all in
Talkin' that pain in the tracks, I'm recording, gang
Writer: Chris Holmes, Chris Weschler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid