I Love This
My life ain't better, beggars don't choose
Got a couple girls that would pleasure me too
And a couple homies that'll ride till my last night
Even if I had like...
No broads, never get applaud
Got no cash and I rep no car
Even if I'm laying in the streets
Oh that's right, I still love this shit
I'll take off, maybe not now
Got a couple home peeps holding me down
I don't really care cause this all I know
I love this shit
Look, I ain't really poppin' now
I've been doing this for 3 years
Ain't no stopping now
Sit, write, and record it
I know someday I'll be awarded
50,000 all applauding to me
Fuck a fantasy dream
Every big name started out as a little kid
With a dream, they'd give their life for anything
Shadi making miracles, fuck what they say to me
I've been busting out like a white girl, crazy
All these ladies loving, I'm getting high
The bass be bumping, all my friends are breaking
The grain, rippin, and never jaded
I don't got no patience for fake friends
And bitchy ladies, that's why...
All I do is studio, I'm a rat
Make audio for the fam
We loving on classy bitches
No we don't fuck with em' xans
All my people depending on a dream that I wake up to
Wake up fool!
No broads, never get applaud
Got no cash and I rep no car
Even if I'm laying in the streets
Oh that's right, I still love this shit
I'll take off, maybe not now
Got a couple home peeps holding me down
I don't really care cause this all I know
I love this shit
This the sentiment of regiment, element, imminent, evident
All the above, I don't got feelings for bitches and insolent
Fellas that thinking that they're up and above
I don't got feelings for bitches that fuck every dude
They meeting and greeting at clubs
I don't need em', people can be deceiving
I don't need, living off what I'm feeling
Feeding off all this music
Music block out the demons
Hollow now I'm found again
I will never break, till I make it on my dying bed
I can see a lane where I change all the bets
Women call me up, ask Shadi, "how ya been?"
Now they see me doing something that they never thought I could
I don't want you back, yeah bitch I'm good!
But I don't let the bullshit get the best of me
You gon' learn someday, I got the recipe
I'm broke now, one day I'll show you
Why... I love this shit
Got a couple girls that would pleasure me too
And a couple homies that'll ride till my last night
Even if I had like...
No broads, never get applaud
Got no cash and I rep no car
Even if I'm laying in the streets
Oh that's right, I still love this shit
I'll take off, maybe not now
Got a couple home peeps holding me down
I don't really care cause this all I know
I love this shit
Look, I ain't really poppin' now
I've been doing this for 3 years
Ain't no stopping now
Sit, write, and record it
I know someday I'll be awarded
50,000 all applauding to me
Fuck a fantasy dream
Every big name started out as a little kid
With a dream, they'd give their life for anything
Shadi making miracles, fuck what they say to me
I've been busting out like a white girl, crazy
All these ladies loving, I'm getting high
The bass be bumping, all my friends are breaking
The grain, rippin, and never jaded
I don't got no patience for fake friends
And bitchy ladies, that's why...
All I do is studio, I'm a rat
Make audio for the fam
We loving on classy bitches
No we don't fuck with em' xans
All my people depending on a dream that I wake up to
Wake up fool!
No broads, never get applaud
Got no cash and I rep no car
Even if I'm laying in the streets
Oh that's right, I still love this shit
I'll take off, maybe not now
Got a couple home peeps holding me down
I don't really care cause this all I know
I love this shit
This the sentiment of regiment, element, imminent, evident
All the above, I don't got feelings for bitches and insolent
Fellas that thinking that they're up and above
I don't got feelings for bitches that fuck every dude
They meeting and greeting at clubs
I don't need em', people can be deceiving
I don't need, living off what I'm feeling
Feeding off all this music
Music block out the demons
Hollow now I'm found again
I will never break, till I make it on my dying bed
I can see a lane where I change all the bets
Women call me up, ask Shadi, "how ya been?"
Now they see me doing something that they never thought I could
I don't want you back, yeah bitch I'm good!
But I don't let the bullshit get the best of me
You gon' learn someday, I got the recipe
I'm broke now, one day I'll show you
Why... I love this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Shadman Ahmed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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