Piano

Ask me what I rap for
And I'll tell you the truth
It's a feeling that I get
When I walk in the booth
It's a feeling that I get
When I walk on the stage
I got a big ego
I know how to behave

(That's my shit)

I work for my money
But I wanna do more
I wanna feel freedom
When I walk in the store
I wanna feel purpose
When I get out of bed
I'm good at what I do
Get that shit through your head

(That's my shit)

I'm good at what I do
Get that
(That's my shit)

I'm talking my shit again
I'm talking my shit again
I'm talking my shit again
Ah

I'm a hoe in these streets
I need a hose for these sheets
I'm cooking while I'm running
It's a stove in these cleats
You seen me at my
Wait till you see me at my Pete
I'm hitting and I'm listening to (Yachty)
On repeat
You see me at the batting cages
Newbies on my feet
Getting money like I'm Frankie
And I'm losing it like
Oh, I'm back again
You



Credits
Writer(s): Bohdi Cooper
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