[Intro]
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Lil Tjay
Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em
Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em
Not at all
[Chorus]
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
[Verse 1]
Hop in the foreign, I'm driftin' off stupid
Niggas be broke like the fuck is you doing?
Started off strong but there's room for improvement
I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee, I'm booming
Love ain't for me, now it's static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way that I sing
They ain't want Tjay before this whole movement
Now they dick ride 'cause I'm doin' my thing
Still posted up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood, I ain't tuckin' my chain
Bro got a chop with a whole lot of range
Said be consistent, ain't nothin' gon' change
Now that I'm speaking out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
Move my mom out the hood, do it properly
Give a fuck if you look at me awkwardly
No Monopoly, I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
Yeah, one day I was going through stress
Matter fact, I'm just wasting my breath
And now I'ma just talk about all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
How I'm so grateful for all of my fans
How I'm so grateful I am who I am, huh
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey the pants, he did it again
Looking forward to a show in Japan
I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
Throwin' water on my chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure, now they shakin' my hands
Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
I know that's the reason they hate, that's my gun on my waist
Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
I know these niggas gon' hate
But my life is still goin' great
Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
We from the trenches
It's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
Stay with a weapon
It's either a Glock or a Wesson
That bitch shoot you right in your face
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Lil Tjay
Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em
Niggas gon' hate, I don't care about 'em
Not at all
[Chorus]
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
All of this love and I ain't even made it
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Run up some bands for my bros, I'ma make it
They want me gone, I can't walk around naked
Even my brother got caught, and he ate it
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
[Verse 1]
Hop in the foreign, I'm driftin' off stupid
Niggas be broke like the fuck is you doing?
Started off strong but there's room for improvement
I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee, I'm booming
Love ain't for me, now it's static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way that I sing
They ain't want Tjay before this whole movement
Now they dick ride 'cause I'm doin' my thing
Still posted up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood, I ain't tuckin' my chain
Bro got a chop with a whole lot of range
Said be consistent, ain't nothin' gon' change
Now that I'm speaking out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
Move my mom out the hood, do it properly
Give a fuck if you look at me awkwardly
No Monopoly, I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
Yeah, one day I was going through stress
Matter fact, I'm just wasting my breath
And now I'ma just talk about all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
How I'm so grateful for all of my fans
How I'm so grateful I am who I am, huh
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey the pants, he did it again
Looking forward to a show in Japan
I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
Throwin' water on my chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure, now they shakin' my hands
Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
I know that's the reason they hate, that's my gun on my waist
Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
I know these niggas gon' hate
But my life is still goin' great
Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
We from the trenches
It's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
Stay with a weapon
It's either a Glock or a Wesson
That bitch shoot you right in your face
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