Last Laugh

Glo Baby
See this a marathon, not a race
So as long as I finish my laps
It don't matter who get there before me
I don't give a damn who doing better than me
I don't give a damn who more successful than I am
That's none of my business
Meet you at the top

Look nigga, look

I gotta run from broke so I can't stop to catch my breath
Hustle like I'm drowning, and I'm chasing after air
All this designer in my closet still don't know what the fuck to wear
Only wore the white lows one time still gone grab a few more pair
I know she wanna fuck, but she too shy, so she just stare
Next day she in the DM like I see you everywhere
I be everywhere you catch me here and catch me there
I am not your average so please do not compare
Moma always told me I'm the shit and that I'm rare
Moma always told me baby life aint always fair
I can't give no passes because I was never spared
Anybody in my circle, tell you I was never square
They like Glo Baby where you been
Shit I been on a money chase
And I been getting dough, I just Got back from out of state
I can be yo friend with benefits but not ya bae
They be talking this and that but I don't listen what they say
Cause when I come around they ugly smiling in my face
They thought I wasn't gone come up now I'm laughing to the bank
I'm tatted like a Mexican and dreaded like a Rasta
Couldn't wait to get my STR8 I got tired of riding hot cars
Racing everyday we doing donuts on the e-way
Show up to events and hand my keys to the vallet
From the trenches to the valley
From the land to the mountains
Chandeliers in the ceiling
Out front water fountains
I aint there yet but I'm counting
And this a public announcement
Free my niggas out the county
I got the last laugh it's certain people tried to clown me
If you aint here with me right now
When I come up can't come around me, Nigga
Do numbers beat the odds, in the cars look up see stars
I never robbed or cracked a card
He aint stack up, he wanna starve he rather have his hand out
While the next man working hard
I learned how to play my cards, and I know how this shit go
If you aint getting no money than you basically a joke
It's like yo words don't mean shit when you broke
Can't kick nobody while they down, why
Shit cause I slept on the floor before
Wheat bread, white bread it don't matter gotta eat
Red tape, coroners, and white sheets
Don't you try to rob me you gone die cause I hate thieves
A grown ass man with no hustle my pet peeve

And any man out there gots to feel me
It about milking off the next man
That's a motherfucking hoe
I'm a motherfucking pimp
I'm fina come up on my own
Ima get my own sack
I don't wanna be nobody worker all my life
I want my own motherfucking kilo
You understand me



Credits
Writer(s): Shayla Hunter
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