No Applause
You said you wanted money but you rather pick your nose
Said you ride or die for me but you rather chase a hoe
Started over workin' overtime (okay)
It's takin' toll on my body soul
But I keep goin' on
I only want the Bag
I don't want no applause
I don't want nothing more
Don't want no Roley on (nah, nah)
Won't sell my soul, fuck a label, stay legit (fuckin' lit)
I'll make a millie 'fore i ever get a kid
Spoke about it now i gotta make it happen
Why you tweakin' for no reason, keep on cappin' (you liar)
They keep on hating, and I can see the reason (the reason)
Cause i keep upgrading, whips every season
My boy I only showed 'em love, but they doubted me (huh)
My guy TJ always blasting my shit loudly
No slackin' off, don't like sitting on the couch
Just got on the road, hit the peak for i switch my route
You like your 9 to 5, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
If I fall off my grind, shit I can't do that at all (yeah yeah)
Started over workin' overtime
It's takin' toll on my body soul
But I keep goin' on
I only want the Bag
I don't want no applause
I don't want nothing more
Don't want no Roley on
I gotta keep it a buck
I keep my focus on lock
How could i ever be stuck
One day I'll be a Don
They say I'm loud as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
I'm low-key on this grind
Don't gotta tell 'em none (nah nah)
It ain't hard to make it out.
Don't gotta be the sharpest tool
When you running up your business
Know your shit don't be a fool
How could I doubt myself, I'm better than last year
I'm reckless, I don't feel no fear (oh no)
How u cheerin' for me now? See the results
Goddamn used to go hungry now belly full
Fuck a participation trophy, Wanna be number one
And run it up I got endurance
Had a mattress on the floor
Didn't wanna open doors
You said you wanted money
But you rather pick your nose
Said you ride or die for me
But you rather chase a hoe (wow)
Started over workin' overtime
It's takin' toll on my body soul
But I keep goin' on
I only want the Bag
I don't want no applause
I don't want nothing more
Don't want no Roley on
I gotta keep it a buck
I keep my focus on lock
How could i ever be stuck
One day I'll be a Don
They say I'm loud as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
I'm low-key on this grind
Don't gotta tell 'em none
Said you ride or die for me but you rather chase a hoe
Started over workin' overtime (okay)
It's takin' toll on my body soul
But I keep goin' on
I only want the Bag
I don't want no applause
I don't want nothing more
Don't want no Roley on (nah, nah)
Won't sell my soul, fuck a label, stay legit (fuckin' lit)
I'll make a millie 'fore i ever get a kid
Spoke about it now i gotta make it happen
Why you tweakin' for no reason, keep on cappin' (you liar)
They keep on hating, and I can see the reason (the reason)
Cause i keep upgrading, whips every season
My boy I only showed 'em love, but they doubted me (huh)
My guy TJ always blasting my shit loudly
No slackin' off, don't like sitting on the couch
Just got on the road, hit the peak for i switch my route
You like your 9 to 5, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
If I fall off my grind, shit I can't do that at all (yeah yeah)
Started over workin' overtime
It's takin' toll on my body soul
But I keep goin' on
I only want the Bag
I don't want no applause
I don't want nothing more
Don't want no Roley on
I gotta keep it a buck
I keep my focus on lock
How could i ever be stuck
One day I'll be a Don
They say I'm loud as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
I'm low-key on this grind
Don't gotta tell 'em none (nah nah)
It ain't hard to make it out.
Don't gotta be the sharpest tool
When you running up your business
Know your shit don't be a fool
How could I doubt myself, I'm better than last year
I'm reckless, I don't feel no fear (oh no)
How u cheerin' for me now? See the results
Goddamn used to go hungry now belly full
Fuck a participation trophy, Wanna be number one
And run it up I got endurance
Had a mattress on the floor
Didn't wanna open doors
You said you wanted money
But you rather pick your nose
Said you ride or die for me
But you rather chase a hoe (wow)
Started over workin' overtime
It's takin' toll on my body soul
But I keep goin' on
I only want the Bag
I don't want no applause
I don't want nothing more
Don't want no Roley on
I gotta keep it a buck
I keep my focus on lock
How could i ever be stuck
One day I'll be a Don
They say I'm loud as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
I'm low-key on this grind
Don't gotta tell 'em none
Credits
Writer(s): Philip Pols
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