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LETRA
Dontbenobodysbitch In search of something greater I'm sick and tired of doing f*** niggas favors I'm sick and tired of chasing down designer labels So I said 'fuck it, imma start up my own label' 'Cause tryna please you, I just ain't capable I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself relatable So please don't ask me why my eyes low 'Cause madafucka i could do this with my eyes closed How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to think of a hit? To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta pick? How many M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense Ain't that a bitch? Ain't I legit? Sinse I was a git, f*** with my shit I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me How many publicists do I gotta-? How many publicists I gotta hire to juggle this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this I can't make up this shit, I am on too many substances How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many rings? Fuck with these dreams Who I ride for? Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows And we, and we know that your IG be telling lies, ho I'mma reap the shit that I sow I find it odd, niggas stay saying 'don't wife a thot' But you wifing thots behind the dignified facade Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch (Hello? you ever just wanna die a lot) Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit with pores That spend all day eating, then shit some more I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure Pull out like my dick's a sword Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but f*** it, what's a few more Let's even get more shit to afford Seventy summers and you're a cripple corps You on, you on, you on my dick A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when it's hit That means something I said must got under your skin Tell me, how real can I get? I said f*** the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit 'Cause they can't do shit Who I ride for? Clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows Your IG be telling lies, ho I'mma reap the shit that I sow In search of something greater
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