Sure!
Have you ever made a million dollars off your talent?
(Sure)
Have you fucked a bitch, her ass so fat you lose your balance?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Uhh)
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Find out niggas ain't real, they counterfeit
Don't ask who this about, just know the shoe fit
Don't lil bro me, lil bitch
Recognize I ain't no jit
All that brother shit a scam, don't be convinced that they legit
I'm popping my shit, I'm feeling myself
I hope that it's okay
Owe it to myself, I wanna be well
I wanna be okay
I'm proving a point, I don't mean to yell
I swear that I'm okay
If they wanna be there, they'd probably be there
But they not, so it's okay
Niggas looking at me like I changed up
Fuck no I ain't the same bruh
Fell down on my way up
Left behind, ain't wait up
I'm taxing, nigga pay up
Yeah, keep that, keep that
Have you ever made a million dollars off your talent?
(Sure)
Have you fucked a bitch, her ass so fat you lose your balance?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Uhh)
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
(Sure)
Have you fucked a bitch, her ass so fat you lose your balance?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Uhh)
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Find out niggas ain't real, they counterfeit
Don't ask who this about, just know the shoe fit
Don't lil bro me, lil bitch
Recognize I ain't no jit
All that brother shit a scam, don't be convinced that they legit
I'm popping my shit, I'm feeling myself
I hope that it's okay
Owe it to myself, I wanna be well
I wanna be okay
I'm proving a point, I don't mean to yell
I swear that I'm okay
If they wanna be there, they'd probably be there
But they not, so it's okay
Niggas looking at me like I changed up
Fuck no I ain't the same bruh
Fell down on my way up
Left behind, ain't wait up
I'm taxing, nigga pay up
Yeah, keep that, keep that
Have you ever made a million dollars off your talent?
(Sure)
Have you fucked a bitch, her ass so fat you lose your balance?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Sure)
Did you wake up one day and realize this shit was tragic?
(Uhh)
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Sure
Credits
Writer(s): Darien Anthony Bankhead
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