Fortune
All the blood, all the sweat, all the tears
I've been doing this for so many years
They say fortune favors the bold
And the remainder of my story has yet to be told
I'm writing a new chapter
Starring the best version of me as a rapper
I'm chasing after The American Dream
And this time I came prepared with a scheme
I believe whole heartedly that hard work pays off
I hear the doubters now saying don't quit your day job
But I don't pay no mind
Cause it ain't worth my time, yeah they ain't got no spines
I hate to admit, it almost makes me sick
The pursuit of paper has overtaken him
I wanna flex the watch face, shout out the one percent
I wanna live how you fuckin' live
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
I want that shit, I need that shit
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
But these days go by way too quick
I wanna burn five stacks for the hell of it
Cause at this moment in time the boy I ain't sellin' shit
Still I'll always remember where I came from
Just waitin' for my break and my date with Lady Luck
All in good fortune, I remember what's important
I want my piece of the pie, I've earned my portion
So serve it up, serve it up
Cause right now my net worth is only a few hundred bucks
And that ain't no kind of inheritance to leave
I got so many new goals I'm prepared to achieve
Financially I ain't even reached my peak
I'll be paid by the time I'm laid in the grave, six feet deep
Get the dough then throw in the bank
Throw too much in the bag it might break
I stay captivated by my capital
Can't wait to break bread, no sabbatical
Imma cop me a new attitude
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
I need that shit, I want that shit
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
But these days go by way too quick
Rule one, protect your assets
Read the fine print, no need to squint, put on your glasses
I've had mishaps, slip ups, I know hardship
Remember where it started, dead broke in that apartment
Puttin' on for every time that I ain't had no bread
I just dread I won't see that check before I'm dead
Have respect for the live I've led
All the pain I've felt, all the tears that I've shed, blood that I've bled
I'm worth six figures at least
That's just being modest cause to be honest I'm a fuckin' beast
I know the city don't sleep
So I gotta stay one foot ahead to accomplish this feat
Cause they say fortune favors the brave
When I skirt off in that Wraith it'll show that I'm not afraid
I wanna flex the watch face, shout out the one percent
I wanna live how ya'll fuckin' live
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
I need that shit, I want that shit
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
But these days go by way too quick
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I've been doing this for so many years
They say fortune favors the bold
And the remainder of my story has yet to be told
I'm writing a new chapter
Starring the best version of me as a rapper
I'm chasing after The American Dream
And this time I came prepared with a scheme
I believe whole heartedly that hard work pays off
I hear the doubters now saying don't quit your day job
But I don't pay no mind
Cause it ain't worth my time, yeah they ain't got no spines
I hate to admit, it almost makes me sick
The pursuit of paper has overtaken him
I wanna flex the watch face, shout out the one percent
I wanna live how you fuckin' live
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
I want that shit, I need that shit
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
But these days go by way too quick
I wanna burn five stacks for the hell of it
Cause at this moment in time the boy I ain't sellin' shit
Still I'll always remember where I came from
Just waitin' for my break and my date with Lady Luck
All in good fortune, I remember what's important
I want my piece of the pie, I've earned my portion
So serve it up, serve it up
Cause right now my net worth is only a few hundred bucks
And that ain't no kind of inheritance to leave
I got so many new goals I'm prepared to achieve
Financially I ain't even reached my peak
I'll be paid by the time I'm laid in the grave, six feet deep
Get the dough then throw in the bank
Throw too much in the bag it might break
I stay captivated by my capital
Can't wait to break bread, no sabbatical
Imma cop me a new attitude
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
I need that shit, I want that shit
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
But these days go by way too quick
Rule one, protect your assets
Read the fine print, no need to squint, put on your glasses
I've had mishaps, slip ups, I know hardship
Remember where it started, dead broke in that apartment
Puttin' on for every time that I ain't had no bread
I just dread I won't see that check before I'm dead
Have respect for the live I've led
All the pain I've felt, all the tears that I've shed, blood that I've bled
I'm worth six figures at least
That's just being modest cause to be honest I'm a fuckin' beast
I know the city don't sleep
So I gotta stay one foot ahead to accomplish this feat
Cause they say fortune favors the brave
When I skirt off in that Wraith it'll show that I'm not afraid
I wanna flex the watch face, shout out the one percent
I wanna live how ya'll fuckin' live
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
I need that shit, I want that shit
It'd be a lie
If I said I didn't want a taste of the fame and the fortune before I die
But these days go by way too quick
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
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Writer(s): Maynor Humberto Bardales-amaya
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