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I ain't never wrote a song no I don't need no pad or pen They say I'm rapper of the year I got them niggas mad again Bitch The grind don't never stop every day we getting it in Niggas love to rap bout opps I'm finna tell them bout them bands Every time I hit the road I come back with at least a ten If you wake up trying to get some dough Then you know what I'm saying They be hating on the kid like hoes Them niggas really fans And the shit I just made from this show Can't fit inside my pants
It's early morning woke up to check Just made me do my dance Jump on the mic and go dumb on the beat That shit don't make no sense I want the bread man y'all can keep the beef That shit don't make no bands I'm in the booth I'm in here dropping heat Like bitch go get the fan Hold on let me throw my shades on Now I'm in that mode He wasn't tryna get no money early Now that boy too old Why these haters worried bout the kid Bitch go touch your nose When they see me go and drop that pendant I might make it snow You see the kid done turned in to a star Its my time to shine Nigga we ain't even getting no sleep We been too busy on the grind I go crazy on the beat they be like where u get your lines My bitch bad I love the way she look at me She know she fine
I ain't never wrote a song no I don't need no pad or pen They say I'm rapper of the year I got them niggas mad again Bitch The grind don't never stop everyday we getting it in Niggas love to rap bout opps I'm finna tell them bout them bands Every time I hit the road I come back with at least a ten If you wake up trying to get some dough Then you know what I'm saying They be hating on the kid like hoes Them niggas really fans And this shit I just made from the show Can't fit inside my pants
I feel like I'm heaven sent but bitch I gotta give them hell All them bitches that ain't let me hit back then They on my trial Niggas tryna come around because this cake Bitch I can tell Nigga we put gas up In the sky that's Mary Jane you smell Bitch that's that gas nigga