Profit
This beat I'ma body it
Fuck all these niggas they pussies they copying me
They want me to fail
I got em bands nigga
I gotta body it
I got a plan and I'm telling you all
That I'm gonna blow
They try but can't copy flow
I be round ten thousand hoes
But none of them clench on my dick like the pole
Act like your bro but they fake on low
I'm here for profit
I'm here for gold
I'm here for profit
I'm here for gold
Money be talking these niggas don't know
I'm with these bitches
These bitches they love when I step on the floor
I gotta bitch and she be the cutest
She be the realist
She is my baby
She is my boo
Something to prove
Something to prove
I am the new
I am the new
More new than you
I'm on a beat and I'm shooting at you
I'm on this beat and I body
This beat ima body it
Fuck all these niggas that copying me
They copying me
They want me to fail they want me to bleed
They want me to cheat
They want me to fall and beg to my knees
And beg to my knees
Ooo yeah
Ooo yeah
Ooo yeah
Find it hard to find my purpose on this cold cruel world
I find it hard to just unwind
I find it hard to just goto sleep
Why can't I just picture it like my dreams
Why can't it be pictured like my boo yeah yeah
Why can't it be pictured like my teens
Why can't I seem to understand they want your clout
Not your heart now the summers gone to sleep
And the sadness tryna creep
Round the corner
Miss it when she warmer
Now she cold and growing old
She knowing like her
Now the summers gone to sleep
And the sadness tryna creep
Round the corner
Miss it when she warmer
Now she cold and growing old
Nothing like her former self
Now I'm worried bout her health
Bout her health
Bout her health
She take the lighter from the shelf
She causing pain upon herself
Sick of writing pain
Tryna point and give the blame
Kinda crazy cuz my life has spiralled up in flames
I mean mentally and physically
Lost the house we tried to claim
My life just fell apart
Mumma sorry not smart
Promise fill the shopping cart
Fuck all these niggas they pussies they copying me
They want me to fail
I got em bands nigga
I gotta body it
I got a plan and I'm telling you all
That I'm gonna blow
They try but can't copy flow
I be round ten thousand hoes
But none of them clench on my dick like the pole
Act like your bro but they fake on low
I'm here for profit
I'm here for gold
I'm here for profit
I'm here for gold
Money be talking these niggas don't know
I'm with these bitches
These bitches they love when I step on the floor
I gotta bitch and she be the cutest
She be the realist
She is my baby
She is my boo
Something to prove
Something to prove
I am the new
I am the new
More new than you
I'm on a beat and I'm shooting at you
I'm on this beat and I body
This beat ima body it
Fuck all these niggas that copying me
They copying me
They want me to fail they want me to bleed
They want me to cheat
They want me to fall and beg to my knees
And beg to my knees
Ooo yeah
Ooo yeah
Ooo yeah
Find it hard to find my purpose on this cold cruel world
I find it hard to just unwind
I find it hard to just goto sleep
Why can't I just picture it like my dreams
Why can't it be pictured like my boo yeah yeah
Why can't it be pictured like my teens
Why can't I seem to understand they want your clout
Not your heart now the summers gone to sleep
And the sadness tryna creep
Round the corner
Miss it when she warmer
Now she cold and growing old
She knowing like her
Now the summers gone to sleep
And the sadness tryna creep
Round the corner
Miss it when she warmer
Now she cold and growing old
Nothing like her former self
Now I'm worried bout her health
Bout her health
Bout her health
She take the lighter from the shelf
She causing pain upon herself
Sick of writing pain
Tryna point and give the blame
Kinda crazy cuz my life has spiralled up in flames
I mean mentally and physically
Lost the house we tried to claim
My life just fell apart
Mumma sorry not smart
Promise fill the shopping cart
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Reid
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