Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
hickey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hickey
Producer
Lyrics
Nah I ain't sorry
I'm a little direct
I come off selfish when I'm chasin' a check
So don't be mad at me
Don't go project
I'm doin' what's best for me
I'm comin' correct
Fuck with the tough love
Ain't talkin' no fetish
Hella direct so that you gettin' the message
Stay back and forth just like we playin' some tennis
I know you hate it when I point out a blemish
I'm unapologetic
Whatever I said I meant it
I'm inclined to doing me
That's stayin' real and uppin' credit
Please don't act pathetic
Cut a goofy like a edit
Smokin' all this lettuce
Gotta go back to my medic
Times they gettin' harder so I'm lookin' up to heaven
Thank whoever heading shit for all my given blessings
Always askin' questions but I never learn my lesson
Focus on progression, that's the M.O. don't forget it
Stay up on my one percent daily, be better
Know that it's a lot of distractions but can't let up
Shit that's on the news feed it got me so fed up
I just ain't content with a life of livin' the lesser
Like I know what's good to ya
It ain't always good for ya
But to each his own
Like who am I to be judging ya
Nothin' but lovin' as I'm ducking my judgment
I got it coming
Too much time to be rushin' it
Tracking my losses like I'm on the alert
Quadruple the profit when I double the work
Fuck I look like a novice
I'ma have to assert
That's til I'm in my coffin six feet under the dirt
Oh
Sip slow, stay in the know
Ya better get ya money up
This shit's about to blow mane
You better quit that funny stuff
Roll another quo right before I go get gussied up
Boutta take control
Guess that that's what money does, ay
Don't be lil boy so timid, yeah
Life under a limit all lidded, yeah
Ain't no damn reason to be livid, yeah
Step outside all this shit is vivid, yeah
Got my nice tee all fitted, yeah
Goofy muh-fuhs omitted, yeah
Freshest brown boy in the building, yeah
Like I'm just gettin' started
Hope that someone's filming
I just see brightness when I be lookin' with some foresight
My family know it so I know I couldn't be more right
Same song on repeat while I'm mixing for more like four nights
Tryin to make it so I can start bookin' some more flights, yeah
I know where I'm heading
Mhm
My mind is my weapon
Aw nah
Can't be getting big headed
Don't give a damn who I offended
I'm unapologetic
Whatever I said I meant it
I'm inclined to doin me
That's stayin' real and uppin' credit
Please don't act pathetic
Cut a goofy like a edit
Smokin' all this lettuce
Gotta go back to my medic
Times they gettin' harder so I'm lookin' up to heaven
Thank whoever heading shit for all my given blessings
Always askin' questions but I never learn my lesson
Focus on progression, that's the M.O. don't forget it
Way too attached to myself and the bag
No one want smack with me
I never lack
Check out my track like my record is stacked
Ain't bring my strap but just know I can scrap
Pick up the slack cuz they pushing some whack
Pick up the pack like I'm Rodgers, no sack
I got the pass if you gimme the snap
The easiest trap but the trap is a trap
Why all of these jacks gotta yip jus to yap
Think he need slap and a kick for all that
Yeah he do
Keepin' it in tact, so I zig when they zag
Hardly interact, some people don't know how to act
Keepin' it a hunna so I take another drag
Look what I attract when I'm avoiding all the cap
Sticking to the facts, as I move across the map
This a motherfuckin' pact with myself
That's on slat
I'm unapologetic
Whatever I said I meant it
I'm inclined to doin me
That's stayin' real and uppin' credit
Please don't act pathetic
Cut a goofy like a edit
Smokin' all this lettuce
Gotta go back to my medic
Times they gettin' harder so I'm lookin' up to heaven
Thank whoever heading shit for all my given blessings
Always askin' questions but I never learn my lesson
Focus on progression, that's the M.O. don't forget it
I'm unapologetic
Whatever I said I meant it
I'm inclined to doin me
That's stayin' real and uppin' credit
Please don't act pathetic
Cut a goofy like a edit
Smokin' all this lettuce
Shit I'm done I think they get it
Writer(s): Joshua Hickey
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