Whats Coming to Me (Radio Edit)

Haters hope I get what's coming to me
But I worked to damn hard just to fall off my feet
Praise the lord and increase my blessings
That's how you hand em defeat, no stressing cause Ain't nobody even playing with me
Gotta watch your back when you out in these streets
Came up by myself, and the lord knows I'm getting what's coming to me
Another day another dollar but enemy's pop up like A plant in a potter
Planning to plot ya
That's why lame hoes I don't even bother
I know I'm getting what's coming to me

Its a straight manifesting
Lyrical form of progression
like Jeezy this is where I teach em how to survive Through a recession
But haters got their own obsession
but it ain't got a thing to do with me
Its just their impression
I guess they like the way I flow on beats
Take this verbal succession, right to the neck
Don't use no teeth
It's all good but don't wanna hear how I made front page of your damn diary
Cause some cats just be a pile of heap
I'm on my grind and building
Top floor you can see me from your building
Plus I got scores
In other words I'm making a killing
Half these cats just put a bunch of words together and use my lyrics as their filling
I guess I'm the apple pie who leads to their children
Highly opinionated highly hated
But only because I do things
While you're minimally basic
It's about being open minded
Consider me the one who broadens your horizons
Was in class
Listening to four score and seven years
But she wanted me to be the one to break her hymen
She said I need my spirit enlivened
So here we go again, doing football plays
Just to break free and get it in
Took her outside in the field
Bent her right over the bench
Told her call me later
Cause I know your boyfriends a damn perpetrator
That was before prom
And for that I didn't attend but that P was bomb and So was her friend

Haters hope I get what's coming to me
But I worked to damn hard just to fall off my feet
Praise the lord and increase my blessings
That's how you hand em defeat
No stressing cause ain't nobody even playing with me
Gotta watch your back when you out in these streets
Came up by myself and the lord knows I'm getting what's coming to me
Another day another dollar
But enemy's pop up like a plant in a potter
Planning to plot ya
That's why lame hoes I don't even bother
I know I'm getting what's coming to me



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Writer(s): Robert Piper J
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