Wannabe!

I been hittin lows hittin hoes from the back
Track back on my heart all turns to black
Feeling so low so i turn to rap
Screaming words like why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta do me like that
Getting evil eyed by yutes with a fannypack
Round their waist
Mask on their face
Acting so badman
But man be a waste
I been hittin' lows hittin' dough its stacked
All the brothers in it for the money its tapped
Like the politicians only in it for cash
When you blow you know they hit you up fast
Honeypot man everyone dips their hand
But float like a butterfly and hit like a man
Or sting like a bee its all the same to me
When man out looking to catch a tan
If you don't bump my shit then calling you
Out for being such a fake type of fan
I don't work for no cash in hand,
Gather up the p's and put that money in land,
Watch the price rise yeah I got a plan,
Yeah man I got a plan

I ain't gonna wait around to win the lottery
Honestly that shit beginning to bother me
Take it into your own handle your shit properly
Someone living paycheck to paycheck
Isn't someone that i wanna be
Isn't someone that i wanna be

I been hittin' lows but I'm up now
Got a crown on my head I'm a king now
Five foot eight but I stand tall
The game you play is mental
So you gotta
Puff your chest
Put your woes to rest
Lose your trust
Snap outta the mess
Holding down the fort I'm the king in chess
In your dome on my own
Where i was laid to rest
Small artist so bitches be mocking me
Other motherfuckers giving criticism honestly
Rate that cos i rate the fucking honesty
When motherfuckers walk round thinking "god is me"
Immigrants to music like bengalis in karachi
"Musical genius" bitch you're a wannabe

I ain't gonna wait around to win the lottery
Honestly that shit beginning to bother me
Take it into your own handle your shit properly
Someone living paycheck to paycheck
Isn't someone that i wanna be
Isn't someone that i wanna be



Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Holtham
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