(What do you desire?)
Yeah, yeah
Ain't spoke my mind in a while
Just tell everybody I'm fine (Bitch, haha)
But really, I'm not doing fine
There's a lot of shit on my plate
There's a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta stay on my grind
'Cause I ain't tryna go back to that nine-to-five, oh nah
Can't even tell you how bad I really was down
But fuck that shit, 'cause, nigga, we up now
All these niggas, they look up to me now
They always ask me how I got this far, I can't even tell you myself
How all these niggas know just who we are, and I ain't even know myself
Got too many foreigns, how'd you get that car? I don't even know myself
How the fuck you get them diamonds in your teeth?
How the fuck you shine like that? You fleek
Now look at your child, he wanna be me
They look at the sky when they think of me
She look at her thighs when she think of me
They think of a God when they think of me
I hope I'm a god when I rest in peace
They hop on the wave, I keep me a rod if they trying to find me
Tell 'em I'm out of the way with the heavyweights, I feel just like Gotti, ha
Yeah, yeah
Ain't spoke my mind in a while
Just tell everybody I'm fine
But really, I'm not doing fine
There's a lot of shit on my plate
There's a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta stay on my grind
Cause I ain't tryna go back to that nine-to-five, oh nah
Can't even tell you how bad I really was down
But fuck that shit, 'cause, nigga, we up now
Yeah, yeah
Ain't spoke my mind in a while
Just tell everybody I'm fine
But really, I'm not doing fine
There's a lot of shit on my plate
There's a lot of shit on my mind
I gotta stay on my grind
Cause I ain't tryna go back to that nine-to-five, oh nah
Can't even tell you how bad I really was down
But fuck that shit, 'cause, nigga, we up now
(They hop on the wave, I keep me a rod if they tryna find me)
(Tell 'em I'm out of the way with the heavyweights, I feel just like Gotti, ha)
(Bitch, haha)
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