Humanitarian

What you know about that... ain't did no research
I wake up everyday and chase my bank until my feet hurt
Born to win then born again my nigga this the rebirth
Gotta eat, I need my dinner plate and then my dessert

Gotta hustle for the ones that didn't ask to be here
Stacking up my funds, so my kids don't have to see here
No room at my table, you can't sit with us, no seats here
I grew up in them slummy culdasacs so I done seen shit

My brother caught a bullet to the head I can't believe this
Went and bought a chopper so my niggas don't repeat this
Swear to god that I get happy when my niggas eating
Then I went became a chef so if they hungry I can feed em

I'm just that type of nigga, when they winning I be cheesing
They wonder why my niggas motivated, I'm the reason
Cuz I wake up everyday and I go get it and repeat
Proud cuz I'm only 23 with thousands on my feet

I got diamonds, I got gold, now I shop for property
Boudta cop me a garage Maserati with some feet
Now I'm boudta put some brand new forgiatos on the jeep
It's the middle of the summer and I went and bought a mink

I've grown concerned about people guess I'm tripping
Cuz I wake up everyday and try to teach em to be different
I'm a human with a mission I was put on gods earth so I can switch shit
Got talent so I gotta set examples for the children

They don't wanna be like you, Don't wanna be piece of shit
Then they saw what I'm about and now they wanna be like this
Tryna buy my mom a house tryna cop my brothers cribs
I won't stop until they out here screaming



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Cooper
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