SNT JMS - Dues Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gross!
Since you niggas been asleep made the dream real life tho (yes sir)
Bird sitting in my lap real shape no lipo (Gotdamn)
Uh
I been running up the score no buckets just FICOs
Curtains for your block Hitchcock going psycho
On that Private Suite no more waiting on the flight tho
Stack so many oohs bank thought is was a typo
The check singing (ooh wee)
We getting gross with this shit
Cant stand too close to me shit
Yeah Jimmy do the most
More freedom
More life
Moët nigga toast

I paid my dues in this bitch
Now I pay the clique
Now I
Hype the goons up to oil tycoons
Now we really talking slick
I paid my dues in the bitch
Used to play em like Nintendo
Now I
Push buttons like a contra code
Thirty men outside your window
Paid my dues

I don't really need the flash rap
Came up way before the hashtag
She in the kitchen for the cash app
Yeah f*ck wit me she got the backsplash
Had to write this on the night shift right
Corporate ladder left me lifeless right
Jimmy living in a crisis right
Felt my spirit bussing back to re-alignment
(Talk to em Jimmy)
They don't tell you bout the nights full of doubt tho
Or how you finna get Rihanna on the outro
I'm just trying to get a south by south show
How you finna do that from the couch tho
(How Sway)
Put every verse into a hearse no debate
You supposed to be a Clay
You supposed to be great
Since you met me I been on my Gretzky
Ninety-nine on my jersey no skates
I paid my dues
I'm still paying em too
You lil shooters really couldn't put a foot in my shoes
They say the hustle must continue
And success is just a rental
Every muthaf*cking day the rent due

I paid my dues in this bitch
Now we paying dividends
Got a hundred grand in a sweat band
Put every dollar in the gym
I paid my dues in this bitch
And now we getting rich
Now every stream pulling green son
And every rapper singing he's a mean one
Mr. Grinch
I paid my dues
Got no crown
Got a Cinderella story
Got no gown
Let it sink in what I did with this ink pen
And it's titanic man we all gone drown
I paid my dues
Working nine to five ain't what I'm meant for
Been working overtime I ain't made a cent though
Jimmy finna build something monumental
You did it with a key boy I did it with a pencil
Yuck