22
Oh lord another birthday in the worst way like why
Came up feeling cursed way demons lurked in my life
Can't duck misery, if you ask for my thoughts got a litany
I ain't living the life that is meant for me
I can't be nothing that shit don't make sense to me
I got a beef with my day to day
I drown all my problems in 808s
I pray the monotony fade away
It'll fade away
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give (Yeah)
Fuck college I ain't on no scholar shit
On my mama I'm balling like Roddy Ricch
If you bad and can dig it then holla bitch
I ain't coming for half I want all of it
Man I'm really on started from bottom shit
Try and mess with my shit grab your collar quick
I ain't with all the tricks and the politics
Fuck the industry plants and apologists
Chasing my figures my nigga
I'm really a business like jigga my nigga
No capping, nigga what happened
Niggas don't really be rapping with passion
Post on the gram with my gangsta lean
All of my family eat thanks to me
Doing this shit used to make believe
All of my niggas like wait for me
Really I'm all about benjamins
I put in the work it pay dividends
Five years from a milly at minimum
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really I'm really I'm really I'm really I'm ugh
I got a beef with my day to day
I drown all my problems in 808s
Pray the monotony fade away
Pray the monotony fade away
Bush losses so I stay winning, got more swag in my achilles tendon
Than you bitch niggas making six figures like a good job make your dick bigger
Bitch I'm fly as hell like an Avian, niggas mad as hell wanna pay to win
Wanna see me fail on some hater shit? How you mad at me cuz I made it bitch
Y'all shit be sounding super duper stupid, niggas dropping shit need a pooper scooper
In the booth I'm loosing, bitch I'm used to shooting, all these shells like I'm killing Koopa Troopas
God's plan, I'm an opportunist
I'm a bad man, I'm immune to losing
Can't wait around until it's too late
Turned in hella papers past the due date
I ain't playing games, this ain't EA
Let my words ring and the beat bang
Let my words ring and the beat bang
Beat Bang
Came up feeling cursed way demons lurked in my life
Can't duck misery, if you ask for my thoughts got a litany
I ain't living the life that is meant for me
I can't be nothing that shit don't make sense to me
I got a beef with my day to day
I drown all my problems in 808s
I pray the monotony fade away
It'll fade away
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
Something's gotta give (Yeah)
Fuck college I ain't on no scholar shit
On my mama I'm balling like Roddy Ricch
If you bad and can dig it then holla bitch
I ain't coming for half I want all of it
Man I'm really on started from bottom shit
Try and mess with my shit grab your collar quick
I ain't with all the tricks and the politics
Fuck the industry plants and apologists
Chasing my figures my nigga
I'm really a business like jigga my nigga
No capping, nigga what happened
Niggas don't really be rapping with passion
Post on the gram with my gangsta lean
All of my family eat thanks to me
Doing this shit used to make believe
All of my niggas like wait for me
Really I'm all about benjamins
I put in the work it pay dividends
Five years from a milly at minimum
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really that nigga then
Like really I'm really I'm really I'm really I'm really I'm ugh
I got a beef with my day to day
I drown all my problems in 808s
Pray the monotony fade away
Pray the monotony fade away
Bush losses so I stay winning, got more swag in my achilles tendon
Than you bitch niggas making six figures like a good job make your dick bigger
Bitch I'm fly as hell like an Avian, niggas mad as hell wanna pay to win
Wanna see me fail on some hater shit? How you mad at me cuz I made it bitch
Y'all shit be sounding super duper stupid, niggas dropping shit need a pooper scooper
In the booth I'm loosing, bitch I'm used to shooting, all these shells like I'm killing Koopa Troopas
God's plan, I'm an opportunist
I'm a bad man, I'm immune to losing
Can't wait around until it's too late
Turned in hella papers past the due date
I ain't playing games, this ain't EA
Let my words ring and the beat bang
Let my words ring and the beat bang
Beat Bang
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Writer(s): Joshua Poindexter
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