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I love the hate, that shit really motivate me
I love being counted out, being the underdog
It's all part of being great
I know hard times don't last
And eventually something gon' shake
That shit all part of your story
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put a ticket on that work, I'm finna clock in
That's why my head had been dreaded, I'm really locked in
She give me top, she need to stop if it ain't top ten
She wasn't keeping it hot and that's why we not friends
With the killers I'm solid, don't get your block spinned
I just wanna see the shottas from my block win
Every time a body drop, this shit do not end
I be praying every day to get that guap in
Like where the guap been
Running from me
I been broke for a minute like I don't love the money
Too busy loving a bitch and you just a cuddy buddy
They get the game from a nigga just like a understudy
Then throw that dirt on my name and I feel a cup with muddy
Still come out clean though, like every time
I can't spare nobody, ain't got spare time
Ain't no heart inside your body, tried to share mine
Still ain't exposed the shit I know, I'm just a rare kind
Underrated, motivated, I know I'm hated
But with elevation, gotta practice on separation
I've been paper chasing
Tryna save and take care of my babies
I am not a Sega
That mean I never let them play me
In your dark times, it get hard to see who's shady
When the sun shine, see the envy on they faces
My pain run deep, gotta let this breathe
Put a ticket on that work, I'm finna clock in
That's why my head had been dreaded, I'm really locked in
She give me top, she need to stop if it ain't top ten
She wasn't keeping it hot and that's why we not friends
With the killers I'm solid, don't get your block spinned
I just wanna see the shottas from my block win
Every time a body drop, this shit do not end
I be praying every day to get that guap in
Like where the guap been
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
I love being counted out, being the underdog
It's all part of being great
I know hard times don't last
And eventually something gon' shake
That shit all part of your story
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put a ticket on that work, I'm finna clock in
That's why my head had been dreaded, I'm really locked in
She give me top, she need to stop if it ain't top ten
She wasn't keeping it hot and that's why we not friends
With the killers I'm solid, don't get your block spinned
I just wanna see the shottas from my block win
Every time a body drop, this shit do not end
I be praying every day to get that guap in
Like where the guap been
Running from me
I been broke for a minute like I don't love the money
Too busy loving a bitch and you just a cuddy buddy
They get the game from a nigga just like a understudy
Then throw that dirt on my name and I feel a cup with muddy
Still come out clean though, like every time
I can't spare nobody, ain't got spare time
Ain't no heart inside your body, tried to share mine
Still ain't exposed the shit I know, I'm just a rare kind
Underrated, motivated, I know I'm hated
But with elevation, gotta practice on separation
I've been paper chasing
Tryna save and take care of my babies
I am not a Sega
That mean I never let them play me
In your dark times, it get hard to see who's shady
When the sun shine, see the envy on they faces
My pain run deep, gotta let this breathe
Put a ticket on that work, I'm finna clock in
That's why my head had been dreaded, I'm really locked in
She give me top, she need to stop if it ain't top ten
She wasn't keeping it hot and that's why we not friends
With the killers I'm solid, don't get your block spinned
I just wanna see the shottas from my block win
Every time a body drop, this shit do not end
I be praying every day to get that guap in
Like where the guap been
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
Ooh whoa ooh, swear it get deep
Ooh whoa ooh, gotta let it breathe
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Writer(s): Justin Beasley
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