Greatness
(Yeah, Kaboom, Look, Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I think I gave a fuck but I lost it
If I make a mill I still won't quit
I'm just climbing up I'm exhausted
But this been my dream since a little kid
When I get bluefaces in my pockets
I'll be riding around in a foreign whip
But for now, I'm just at the crib
Hoping that I make it, tryin' not to trip
But why the fuck am I tripping
I know I'm talented enough to make it
And I know my words will make me a million
But lames in my city steady hating
Telling me
That my music is trash
When I see that shit all I can do is laugh
When it comes to my talent you don't even got half
So shut the fuck up bitch and go get bag
I ain't playing no more if you can't already tell
For twenty-two years I've been living in hell
Used to think all the time about saying farewell
Now I'm coming up and I'm doing well
Pretty soon
I'm gonna be rocking the stages
Packing arenas and counting bluefaces
But for now
I'm getting minimum wages
But not for long bitch cause I am destined for greatness
I think I gave a fuck but I lost it
If I make a mill I still won't quit
I'm just climbing up I'm exhausted
But this been my dream since a little kid
When I get bluefaces in my pockets
I'll be riding around in a foreign whip
But for now, I'm just at the crib
Hoping that I make it, tryin' not to trip
I think I gave a fuck but I lost it
If I make a mill I still won't quit
I'm just climbing up I'm exhausted
But this been my dream since a little kid
When I get bluefaces in my pockets
I'll be riding around in a foreign whip
But for now, I'm just at the crib
Hoping that I make it, tryin' not to trip
But why the fuck am I tripping
I know I'm talented enough to make it
And I know my words will make me a million
But lames in my city steady hating
Telling me
That my music is trash
When I see that shit all I can do is laugh
When it comes to my talent you don't even got half
So shut the fuck up bitch and go get bag
I ain't playing no more if you can't already tell
For twenty-two years I've been living in hell
Used to think all the time about saying farewell
Now I'm coming up and I'm doing well
Pretty soon
I'm gonna be rocking the stages
Packing arenas and counting bluefaces
But for now
I'm getting minimum wages
But not for long bitch cause I am destined for greatness
I think I gave a fuck but I lost it
If I make a mill I still won't quit
I'm just climbing up I'm exhausted
But this been my dream since a little kid
When I get bluefaces in my pockets
I'll be riding around in a foreign whip
But for now, I'm just at the crib
Hoping that I make it, tryin' not to trip
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Kuzemchak
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