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Listen, I'm feelin' I'm bad to the bone Listen, I've made it this far on my own And I made all of my money, no loans Stayin' real focused, I stay in the zone Don't have time for an only fans hoe Hook up my money and mic and I'll flow Ain't no relation, but mob with the bros Fans they get it, I'm making a cult Up from the north where the winters is cold Michigan brothers, we like 9 below Out in the city, I can't have a soul Enemies got me grippin' my colt 45 loaded, this nigga don't joke Hustle don't stop, man, I'm out on the road Girl give the digits, she calling my phone Look like she getting no loving at home Built this up from the ground like it's Rome Purchased a Lincoln and it's sitting on Chrome Niggas is tweaking, attack of the clones Stars having wars, but I show no remorse Don't get respect, then I'll take it by force Me and connections are kicking down doors Dipped in the Nike and Drakkar Noir Why would I give them a chance to score Rather just wipe them all over the floor This is competitive, I want the gold Not like a wallet, don't bend or fold No craps dice, but I've been on a roll Ever since 25, been in control Almost 30, I'm killing it though Countin' these bands, I know it's a sin Killin' before I go broke again I'm feelin' like I'm bad to the bone Yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm I'm feelin' like I'm I'm feelin' like I'm bad to the bone I'm feelin' like I'm bad to the bone Yeah Yeah, look, been in this game and I'm feeling it needs me They try to knock, but it's never easy Vision I've got, it'll come when it need be Work ethic real, this ain't for the weak G She want to know the number to reach me Tell her come over, know that she freaky She like Marina Visconti, she twerking that ass I'm loving that body and all of her life She want that somebody to make her feel special She calling me papi, money is flowing Women are smokin' and I have awakened The pen never broken, the love for my city that's deeper than ocean Scheme with my bros like I'm Danny Ocean MC's see I'm an omen If they try to step, I'm slicing them open Serial killer, microphone murderer Stealing the charts, I'm more like a burglar Came through the window, man, they couldn't see me Throne was taken, now it's for the free ski Been a prince before they all knew me Makin' these moves, my life like a movie My life like a movie, ay, yeah Man, they bank account look funny They be giving this nigga too much money LLC, man I feel like new money Stay with the Ruger, yeah, that's my buddy Not every family is family If they ain't pour into you to help you grow Then sorry they can't be Especially members, whenever you make it They hear about the money, they antsy Like, come on, please keep it classy My ex-girl getting sassy She want to come back after doing me wrong I fucked her and called her a taxi I don't forget, I forgive Back then she wanted to trash me Best friend wanted to smash me And packed out a couple of kids Devilish girl, if you ask me Don't need no drama to pass me No opportunities pass me With the rose gold feelin' fancy Copped up an RX the last week My music feel like a hit list The way that I'm running is kill streak Turn 29 in a couple days Crazy, I'm not even at the peak And cause of God, man, I made it Back then, I felt like I'm Peep Depressed, just wanted to sleep Fallin' for bitches who cheat Man, this shit done cut me deep Hoes overrated and cheap But they gone sow what they reap I tell you, dawg, I'ma keep doing me
Writer(s): Trevond Threlkeld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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