Letras
If I ever fail, then this is my retribution
This shit is my home if I ever fuckin' lose it
Stomach all that shit, cause nobody wanna do it
Nobody, yeah
I don't need to write, I just go and make hits
Remember back then, I was scared that I'd miss
Remember you were talking, but you can't talk on this
Finishin' the song, then I'm boutta do my mix
I don't like to brag, but I never needed help
When you in this stu, you can't do shit yourself
Lookin' at the credits and that shit looks like hell
And then you really wonder why you really fuckin' fail, what
I don't mean Nas when I say I got motion I don't mean Lamb when I say that I'm goated
If I make a banger, then you know I gotta post it
I could go for anybody, make sure that they know it
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They don't think I have it, but they know that I'm different
I don't have a car, but you know I'm still driven
I can drown them in the point, and they still fuckin' miss it
I gotta go get it
It's not the fuckin ending
I'm deep in the water, hey, I feel like I'm a reverend
I got the story, but I do not tell it
I got the bag yeah, I do not sell it
The way that I'm moving, I know you're not present
I treat it like a blessing, and once I am done, you will not be mentioned
But not a single fuckin' soul, yeah, yeah
Praying on my downfall it don't make you the pope
Wrtin' these lyrics, and they still like some soap
In a couple years, they gon' call me a goat
Musically rich, but I feel like I'm broke
Do a billion bars when I'm still in my mode
Albums like wine, cause they do not get old
Move a couple places, but I'm still in my zone
Albums like win cause I do not get old
Do it tell I'm perfect you jsut do what you told yeah
I can make a banger while I'm speakin' fuckin' nonsense
I don't want a topic, I just really want to pop shit
Feel like a pot, cause I'm still on some hot shit
Feel like they a lying when they go try and knock it, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I mak e my worst, then you know I'm gonna mop it
If I make my best, then you know I wanna top it
Didn't do no promo, but I really wanna drop it
Finger on your nose, but your new shit is not it
I could go an hour, but I hate tryin' to chop shit
Where this shit goin? I don't even want swap shit
Wait, then how I'm rappin? I don't even want my props, bitch
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Pop on the streak, I be feelin' like some COD shit
Got me some hitters, I came and I saw a bitch
Seen your new girl, and I beat out like ugh bitch
I been on the run, and I don't need to hold shift
Movin' on back like you out with your old clique
Groupie outside hand, she want my whole stick
Stick to a simple A, I don't need no kit
I kick my shit like my life is a whole flick
Yeah, Louis Davis is on the beat, bitch
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I found myself
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