Bidnezz

I'm a business man but the music my escape
But the music turned to business fast
Now this shit feel the same
I know you came here for a song
But let me spill my pain
And no, my name ain't Kevin Hart
But just let me explain
I done came up gruesome
Ain't never want go to college
I done survived plenty shit already
Off the knowledge
While niggas got they boo-boos kissed
I already caught a body
It's no such thing as shooting to miss
When you carry a shotty
Niggas turned they back on me
And I can't lie, it hurt
'Cause they could of said a name
And the next day it would've been on a shirt
Everybody put me last, who I be putting first
I feel like my daddy outchea I be feeling cursed
I'm the chosen one, underestimated the "one"
In that
I don't care if you leave
Just let me know, lock my door, don't come back
I come from a dead end, you wouldn't make it out
This cul-desac
Just to collect backends, I draw plays up like a Quarterback
Call plays, like Lombardi or I'm bellicheck
You know my cellular, want a body?
Then just send a check
You know my cellular, know my body
Then just send a jet
You disrespect, get out my body
Lose my fucking tet (Go, Go)
I'm a business man but the music my escape
But the music turned to business fast
Now this shit feel the same
I know you came here for a song
But let me spill my pain
And no, my name ain't Kevin Hart
But just let me explain
I done came up gruesome
Ain't never want go to college
I done survived plenty shit already
Off the knowledge
While niggas got they boo-boos kissed
I already caught a body
It's no such thing as shooting to miss
When you carry a shotty



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Augustin
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