Hopefully...
Yeah
Shit is crazy over here
Uh
Crazy how life works
You can never feel my pain so don't tell me how the knife hurts
I've been doing the books, getting paper cuts
Ten toes down just to realize what's up
I tend to show the greatest level of trust
'Cause what the fuckk is music push without the label level funds huh?
Independent artist, right?
Do you think that shit easy?
Do you think that shit right?
'Cause my momma she been stressing
Never felt alright
And she always count her blessings
Never fell off tithe
My mom the type of person who'd give an offering when she's suffering
Can't figure, still buffering
What's a joker card when you can't take a joke?
Or what is Paypal to a pal who can't pay?
That stick ain't fanta when you don't do coke
And the World ain't Real if you don't do Dope
Nah
Y'all fake if you don't do Dope
Haha
Yeah
I'm good with the Amazons, KDP, FBA
Then I put my bitches on, so niggas got nothing to say
Then I put my niggas on
My niggas put their niggas on
That's the real definition of 'I put my city on'
Grind with the hardware
Shit is really hard here
You could lose your life in a blink if you don't grind fair
Even if you do, niggas take that shit
So when you get that shit, gotta protect that shit
Really smoking loud but we stay silent
'Cause real niggas don't make noise, we
Got a call from my ex asking if I'm good haha
Yeah I'm good haha
Yeah I'm good
I'm also lit, huh, matter of fact scratch that
B, I'm blessed
Safe to say, forever paid
I bake the funds
I run a bakery and niggas know my money blonde
Haha
(White money)
(Issa dollar dollar bill yeah ah ah)
Uh
Hopefully I stay consistent
Hopefully I never change
Hopefully I make it to the top and forever reign
Hopefully I make a fool proof to them fools
Who been tryna prove me wrong ever since my first song
Hopefully I recall hopefully if hope flees
If we making love in the crib, don't choke me
Nah seriously I hate that shit
So if your hand is on my neck, I'd probably break that wrist
Niggas try to break me with the sham and debate
Niggas try to break me with fake love and hate huh
I ain't pay no mind
I barely got promo money
Put my back in my grind
Hopefully I make it big 'cause I gotta make it
And I know you recognize when you stand adjacent
The love is real, the hate is real
There's never been a nigga claiming not to be a nigga
Here in nigga fields
A society grows great
When old men plant trees
The shade in which they know they would never sit in
Good people do good
Do good for others
That's it
The End
Shit is crazy over here
Uh
Crazy how life works
You can never feel my pain so don't tell me how the knife hurts
I've been doing the books, getting paper cuts
Ten toes down just to realize what's up
I tend to show the greatest level of trust
'Cause what the fuckk is music push without the label level funds huh?
Independent artist, right?
Do you think that shit easy?
Do you think that shit right?
'Cause my momma she been stressing
Never felt alright
And she always count her blessings
Never fell off tithe
My mom the type of person who'd give an offering when she's suffering
Can't figure, still buffering
What's a joker card when you can't take a joke?
Or what is Paypal to a pal who can't pay?
That stick ain't fanta when you don't do coke
And the World ain't Real if you don't do Dope
Nah
Y'all fake if you don't do Dope
Haha
Yeah
I'm good with the Amazons, KDP, FBA
Then I put my bitches on, so niggas got nothing to say
Then I put my niggas on
My niggas put their niggas on
That's the real definition of 'I put my city on'
Grind with the hardware
Shit is really hard here
You could lose your life in a blink if you don't grind fair
Even if you do, niggas take that shit
So when you get that shit, gotta protect that shit
Really smoking loud but we stay silent
'Cause real niggas don't make noise, we
Got a call from my ex asking if I'm good haha
Yeah I'm good haha
Yeah I'm good
I'm also lit, huh, matter of fact scratch that
B, I'm blessed
Safe to say, forever paid
I bake the funds
I run a bakery and niggas know my money blonde
Haha
(White money)
(Issa dollar dollar bill yeah ah ah)
Uh
Hopefully I stay consistent
Hopefully I never change
Hopefully I make it to the top and forever reign
Hopefully I make a fool proof to them fools
Who been tryna prove me wrong ever since my first song
Hopefully I recall hopefully if hope flees
If we making love in the crib, don't choke me
Nah seriously I hate that shit
So if your hand is on my neck, I'd probably break that wrist
Niggas try to break me with the sham and debate
Niggas try to break me with fake love and hate huh
I ain't pay no mind
I barely got promo money
Put my back in my grind
Hopefully I make it big 'cause I gotta make it
And I know you recognize when you stand adjacent
The love is real, the hate is real
There's never been a nigga claiming not to be a nigga
Here in nigga fields
A society grows great
When old men plant trees
The shade in which they know they would never sit in
Good people do good
Do good for others
That's it
The End
Credits
Writer(s): David Odeje
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