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I'm sick and tired of answering calls
I'm so much better than jobs at the mall
I want to ball
I want the money, respect
A stage for my talent, whatever comes next
I want an accountant to tally my checks
I'm patient, I plan my attacks
Call me the Grimm reaper, I'm here to collect
Fuck being humble I'm ready to flex
Straight to that money ain't got time to text
On my grind so I'm busy what do you expect
My family still hungry so I can't relax
I know I'm a blow up
I know that I'm next
PSI 'cause I'm putting pressure on necks
Got the hookup and still can't afford a Rolex
I need some stacks
I need some racks
Everything I ever said is a fact
And if I said it I won't take it back
I promise to tell the truth, that is a pact
Fuck this shit
Motherfucker I quit
I don't need no boss
'Cause I ain't no Bitch
Niggas want to talk and ain't talking about shit
And I hate being fake shit make me sick
Fuck this shit
Motherfucker I'm done
Can't nobody be me I'm one of one
And my tongue is like a weapon
Keep it loaded like a gun
So if you ain't got a strap
Then you really ought to run
Fuck this shit Motherfucker I quit
Fuck this shit Motherfucker I quit
Fuck this shit Motherfucker I quit
Fuck this shit Motherfucker I quit
Fuck this shit
Motherfucker I quit
I don't need no boss
'Cause I ain't no Bitch
Niggas want to talk and ain't talking about shit
And I hate being fake shit make me
And I ain't gone laugh 'cause you niggas ain't funny
And I don't want to talk if it ain't about the money
So don't even try to play me like no mother fucking dummy
And I don't trust nobody motherfuckers be scummy
I Got a few haters but majority love me
And yes I'm what you need but you ain't got nothing for me