Do Not Disturb
Took a chance it better pay off
I don't mind the cold
I'm tryna' ice my wrist off
The race is on
I'm stepping out and changing the season
Shots off if you dying then find you a reason
My hand over the button
I'm dropping a bomb
You misinformed
My nigga I'm still unemployed
One day I got a rack and I'm flipping them coins
Another day my pockets ain't making no noise
They can't see me do
So they doubt that
I tax them a fee then I count that
It's hard to believe it
Taxes don't touch all my fees
And I mean that
Dirty money I need me a piece
I got reasons
I'm on my way to Japan copped my visa
I'm feeling nauseous these shrooms in my system
Been years since we split
Tell me why I'm so bitter
Now I feel better
With some money in my pocket that cheddar
Count up these racks all alone
I need me a house in the hills for my mother
Been in the house and I don't feel at home
This shit is bone chillin'
How these niggas throwing punches but I roll with em'
They wonder how I'm nice
Bitch I was born with it
If you ever had to fight don't say you done with it
I keep a leveled head I'm in the zone with it
Sticks and stones I might go to war with em'
I risked my whole life I'm tryna' soar with it
I'm way up in the clouds I met the god and em'
He blessed the chains now I beat the odds with it
I don't mind the cold
I'm tryna' ice my wrist off
The race is on
I'm stepping out and changing the season
Shots off if you dying then find you a reason
My hand over the button
I'm dropping a bomb
You misinformed
My nigga I'm still unemployed
One day I got a rack and I'm flipping them coins
Another day my pockets ain't making no noise
They can't see me do
So they doubt that
I tax them a fee then I count that
It's hard to believe it
Taxes don't touch all my fees
And I mean that
Dirty money I need me a piece
I got reasons
I'm on my way to Japan copped my visa
I'm feeling nauseous these shrooms in my system
Been years since we split
Tell me why I'm so bitter
Now I feel better
With some money in my pocket that cheddar
Count up these racks all alone
I need me a house in the hills for my mother
Been in the house and I don't feel at home
This shit is bone chillin'
How these niggas throwing punches but I roll with em'
They wonder how I'm nice
Bitch I was born with it
If you ever had to fight don't say you done with it
I keep a leveled head I'm in the zone with it
Sticks and stones I might go to war with em'
I risked my whole life I'm tryna' soar with it
I'm way up in the clouds I met the god and em'
He blessed the chains now I beat the odds with it
Credits
Writer(s): Shakka Bledman
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