Intro

Hard work beat talent
When talent don't work hard
I was just a kid so innocent
Played games in the back yard
I invested all my bread into my
Craft don't care if I starve
I'm too hungry for success
These labels watching from afar

You want me in yo presence
Like a credit card I charge
I might not be the best rapper out there
But business made a star
Imma show everybody that's round me
How I had to set the bar
To think
If I woulda blew all of this money
On a car

Family is my number one
it's tatted on my skin
I got a couple bloods
I call em cousin
But we ain't
Even kin

We bleed the same blood
We mix together like a blend
By next year around this time
I swear I'm signing for the win

Uh

What

Aye

Yellow tape
Swish cheese his bape
You can't call my phone for free
You better have some business or a payment
I come with a fee
Gangsta shit in everybody
It take some real shit to see
Not everyone you thought was riding
Clicked them belts that's on the seat

Purple exotic with Russian woods
I ain't found a combo better
I remember I knew I was lit
Hit moncler, bought a sweater
I hate fucking cheese
But I got layers
Stacked up of that cheddar
She may have got moist with you
But I know that I had her wetter
You really love basic bitches
Imma need you to do better
Experienced a basic bitch
And after that I had to dead her
My homie and them was locked
Ain't have no address
couldn't send a letter
But bet yo ass I hit that jpay faithfully
Cuz imma shhhh

I work too hard ain't got no sleep
On a road to better shit
My rapping has been turning heads
I'm consistent and prevalent
Niggas worried about everything else
They acting negligent
I dedicated everything to this
Don't need a compliment
Label tell me hold up they not ready
Then I'm not dropping it
I got that bitch up in my hand
I guarantee I'm popping it
See something I like up in the mall
Here I go copping it
Don't ask me what side I'm on
Ion politic in politics



Credits
Writer(s): Mme Buckz
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