Hear Me Out
Tell me why I had to try so many times
Tell me why I had to wait up in this line
Cote Kid always told me stay up on that grind
I used to skate but then I started making rhymes
People see that I'm lit, used to think I ain't shit
I still know motherfuckers that be hating now
Give a fuck bout a bitch, I'm the one getting rich
I tried to tell you but you ain't never wanna hear me out
I was puttin' in that overtime
Went to work 12 hours, came home, work harder cause I still ain't touch that finish line
Homies I was hanging with was getting mad cause I was working hard
Cause they ain't understand you gotta work to get it
And everyone saying it'll come I know you tripping
Only job you get sitting around is washing dishes
Motherfuckers planted in my head now I'm committed
Like I ain't got time to party and just sit around
Performing arenas with people screaming in the crowd
Cause that's what I'm chasing I hope they fucking with the sound
I pray that I make it, it's looking brighter by the hour
Blunts that I'm facing, I'm feeling high up in the clouds
Homies I lost, I know they proud looking down
Right now on the come up there ain't no turning around
Right now on the come up there ain't no turning around
Yeah, cause once you made it you made it there ain't no taking it back
And if you hate it you hate it I'm just gonna leave it at that
Popping bottles by the ocean I'm just thankful I'm blessed
I'm good at life but I was never good at passing them tests
There ain't no reason I should have to I just try for the best
And you should also do the same don't give a fuck bout the rest
I see them praying on my downfall I just know that I'm next
Fuck a hater, fuck a bitch, you just get blocked by a text
Tell me why I had to try so many times
Tell me why I had to wait up in this line
Cote Kid always told me stay up on that grind
I used to skate but then I started making rhymes
People see that I'm lit, used to think I ain't shit
I still know motherfuckers that be hating now
Give a fuck bout a bitch, I'm the one getting rich
I tried to tell you but you ain't never wanna hear me out
Tell me why I had to wait up in this line
Cote Kid always told me stay up on that grind
I used to skate but then I started making rhymes
People see that I'm lit, used to think I ain't shit
I still know motherfuckers that be hating now
Give a fuck bout a bitch, I'm the one getting rich
I tried to tell you but you ain't never wanna hear me out
I was puttin' in that overtime
Went to work 12 hours, came home, work harder cause I still ain't touch that finish line
Homies I was hanging with was getting mad cause I was working hard
Cause they ain't understand you gotta work to get it
And everyone saying it'll come I know you tripping
Only job you get sitting around is washing dishes
Motherfuckers planted in my head now I'm committed
Like I ain't got time to party and just sit around
Performing arenas with people screaming in the crowd
Cause that's what I'm chasing I hope they fucking with the sound
I pray that I make it, it's looking brighter by the hour
Blunts that I'm facing, I'm feeling high up in the clouds
Homies I lost, I know they proud looking down
Right now on the come up there ain't no turning around
Right now on the come up there ain't no turning around
Yeah, cause once you made it you made it there ain't no taking it back
And if you hate it you hate it I'm just gonna leave it at that
Popping bottles by the ocean I'm just thankful I'm blessed
I'm good at life but I was never good at passing them tests
There ain't no reason I should have to I just try for the best
And you should also do the same don't give a fuck bout the rest
I see them praying on my downfall I just know that I'm next
Fuck a hater, fuck a bitch, you just get blocked by a text
Tell me why I had to try so many times
Tell me why I had to wait up in this line
Cote Kid always told me stay up on that grind
I used to skate but then I started making rhymes
People see that I'm lit, used to think I ain't shit
I still know motherfuckers that be hating now
Give a fuck bout a bitch, I'm the one getting rich
I tried to tell you but you ain't never wanna hear me out
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Writer(s): Joey Zipparro
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