[ Featuring Malik Elijah ]
SWERVE
They only lust it
They don't love me
Love me like I love it
If it ain't my gut
Then i don't trust it
She don't want the love
She want the money
She know she a fox
It nothin' news
Sleepin' on me go head
Hit the snooze
Early bird gon get the....
All you do is
Complain plain
But bitch I got more
Money on the way ay
Sorry ho but we
Are not the same same
Please get the f*ck up
Out my lane...
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Ya'll complain the money
Take the fun from it
I love gettin' money
Just to fund the shit
All my bitches tryna buzz my phone n shit
Tryna throw another alcoholic fit
I don't ever get like what the problem is?!
I'm in love with it
I'm on my shit
Workin' hard
And taking ownership
So one day I could
F*ckin' own a ship
From a damn kayak
To a f*cking yacht
When she see that shit
She just might f*ckin' yak
Be like OH MH GOD!
Gotta couple deals
That I did decline
Gotta couple mills
Livin' in my mind
Gotta couple dimes
Tryna hit my mind
Monsters love the dark
I dont sleep at night
Gotta tunnel vision
Cuz I see the light
I got precious time...
Got precious rhymes
I got precious diamonds
Livin' in my mind
If pressure makes diamonds
That must be the reason
The reason I shine
I dodge every fake
I dodge every ho
I dodge every bullet
I'm dodgin' the bull
I'm in my own lane
You taking a toll
I'm in my own
All you do is
Complain plain
But bitch I got more
Money on the way ay
Sorry ho but we
Are not the same same
Please get the f*ck up
Out my lane...
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Holy flow float with a halo make it happen everyday the say so I bring the bounce the crank in the go go they lacking of nature that's why they so so I talk in language that they gravitate to
Why would I beg for respect when I paid dues I take a shot and don't care if I miss it cause soon as I make it they dismiss the misses
see all the wins and all they see is riches shit hit the fan and all the roaches missing the constant cycles of whats popping and isn't
(Constant cycles of what's popping and isn't)
Tired of the rat race I'm racing myself Indy 500 I'm beating my times melted the beat and I'm freezing they minds as soon as I overlap the second time they don't understand the power hold a flick of the wrist and a bomb a blow snap of the fingers And rain would pour pent up aggression I hate to be holding transform it to energy that I can use positive light to a world of abuse sacrifice my whole life to do it no need to complain no need to try just go and do it
All you do is
Complain plain
But bitch I got more
Money on the way ay
Sorry ho but we
Are not the same same
Please get the f*ck up
Out my lane...
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