They keep telling me it's my time
Like I annaroses is on nine
Bitch I got it straight out the gym
I'm hot like a summer in Timbs
I still hit that 9 to 5
Studio from 5 to 9
Bitch you can't tell me shit 'bout a grind
If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Call the label, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign
Man fuck it, it's fuck it
I ain't signing nothing
If I can't be me then it ain't no discussion
I can't keep it G then that shit ain't for me
Can't go Hollywood for a couple of hundreds
Don't want your advice cause you ain't at the top
A blog and a car is what got me this hot
Had a pen, I projected the dots
Patience and prayer, we directed the route
[?] my modem, and eight [?] too
If you fuckin' with me then I'm fuckin' with you
Critics is talking, they don't know the half
When I hear this shit I just roll up and laugh
You see me working, no sleeping between
Whole lot of loses for me and the team
Probably don't get it cause people is crazy
A house on the hills, see that shit too basic
Labels conniving, they cease to amaze me
Tokyo on, don't feel like I made it
I want the Jacksons, all of the Franklins
Can't give up none of this shit I know made me
I ain't complaining man this what it is
I love all my fans, the life that I live
Honestly speaking, if I can't stay real
Then fuck it, it's fuck it, I can't sign a deal
They keep telling me it's my time
Like I every [?] is on nine
Bitch I got it straight out the gym
I'm hot like a summer in Timbs
I still hit that 9 to 5
Studio from 5 to 9
Bitch you can't tell me shit 'bout a grind
If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Call the label, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign
They keep telling me that I changed
But they know that I come from nothing
Like they had to grind with a bitch
Like they tryna feed [?] into something
Like they tryna give me a diamond
Like I would ask my Prada, no way
Know how to get it, know too many ways
Stayed underground way too many days
They telling me chill, it's too much to lose
Valeted the fee, the fuck would you do?
They standing behind me, we all from the bottom
I do it for them, how the fuck that's a problem?
I see it different, you missing the picture
We never had nothing, not even a little
They sayin' be humble, who sayin' I ain't?
They said I'ma blow, first they said that I can't
Fuck all the media, fuck all the gossip
Fuck all the friends that come with the drama
Don't want the fame, I just want the commas
Just want the money, don't care for the problems
Stayed down to get it, been down for a minute
Can't go butt up, I want it I get it
Stayed down to get it, been down for a minute
I can't go butt up, I want it I get it
They keep telling me it's my time
Like I every [?] is on nine
Bitch I got it straight out the gym
I'm hot like a summer in Timbs
I still hit that 9 to 5
Studio from 5 to 9
Bitch you can't tell me shit 'bout a grind
If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Call the label, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign
If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign
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