Confessions

Get the bag, get the crib
Get the, get lit
Got too many problems, man I can't think
Tryna diss my come up, like I can't get lit
Working my off, so a made it
Got my fans turning up
Got them bands rolling up
With my day ones and we all coming up
Got some dissing
Got my opps all missing
I'm tryna reach the top like my idols, no dissin'

Got some bands, now we all stacking checks
Big racks, shout out, now we up next
If a dissing, pull up with the tech
Pop two xans, I don't even need no rest
With my and we chilling in the Benz
Be fake like whose this mans
All these opps, but they just my fans
Tryna tell me what to do and what I just can't
Sniping these, got me feeling like Durant
Only got family, I got no friends
Can't tell me, I'm the man
I'm tryna reach the top, that's just the plan

Get the bag, get the crib
Get the, get lit
Got too many problems, man I can't think
Tryna diss my come up, like I can't get lit
Working my off, so a made it
Got my fans turning up
Got them bands rolling up
With my day ones and we all coming up
Got some dissing
Got my opps all missing
I'm tryna reach the top like my idols, no dissin'

That's my confession
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Lewis
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