[Part I: A-Side]
[Intro: WriteYourOwn, Jai Paul & [?]]
Certain beats you gotta touch no matter what, man
It don't even matter
Long as you spittin’ somethin' you really made yourself
Do whatever you feel like doin'
Certain beats you gotta touch though
Certain beats I fuck with, I just
Don’t fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Haha, haha)
It's always good, man, makin' good music (Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me)
Hip-hop spoke directly to me, because, you know (Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me)
It was speakin’ from the language that the people I was dealin’ with were speakin' it (Don’t)
[Verse 1: WriteYourOwn]
Live from Manhattan, he hot and he snappin'
As he walk through the valley of the shadow of death
He a lil' bit of everybody spittin', ’cause everybody different
Now everybody listen, it's hard to get a gig, that's why everybody pitchin'
Tryna live, most niggas rentin' cribs, tryna get in where they fit
Some days, I wouldn't trade it for the glamour or the glitz
Maybe grab a Carrera, a spot in the Ritz
I ain't hidin' on top, I got my spot 'cause I was picked, nigga chosen
Just tryna trap a knot, 'cause shorty need a watch
Guess I gotta keep her wrist on frozen
I ain't stingy, man, I'm grindin' 'til my shit's all swollen
They told me not to quit, well, here's my notice
This year I'm focused, like a chauffeur in the city whippin' niggas' Rolls-Royce
No drive, still alive, gettin' high, not sayin' much, I swear I don't pray enough
And niggas always singin' stuff, I swear they just be playin' tough
Word to my life: If I had to take my pick, it's the shotty or the cig
I'm remindin' 'em of Jig, but in my mind, he wasn't big enough
With my mind on the green, I'ma grind for my team
Plus, my mom, she a fiend
Them red bottoms, got her Louboutins for the queen
No job, still fly, gettin' high, got my mind, not sayin' much, and nigga don't pray enough
[Intro: WriteYourOwn, Jai Paul & [?]]
Certain beats you gotta touch no matter what, man
It don't even matter
Long as you spittin’ somethin' you really made yourself
Do whatever you feel like doin'
Certain beats you gotta touch though
Certain beats I fuck with, I just
Don’t fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Haha, haha)
It's always good, man, makin' good music (Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me)
Hip-hop spoke directly to me, because, you know (Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me)
It was speakin’ from the language that the people I was dealin’ with were speakin' it (Don’t)
[Verse 1: WriteYourOwn]
Live from Manhattan, he hot and he snappin'
As he walk through the valley of the shadow of death
He a lil' bit of everybody spittin', ’cause everybody different
Now everybody listen, it's hard to get a gig, that's why everybody pitchin'
Tryna live, most niggas rentin' cribs, tryna get in where they fit
Some days, I wouldn't trade it for the glamour or the glitz
Maybe grab a Carrera, a spot in the Ritz
I ain't hidin' on top, I got my spot 'cause I was picked, nigga chosen
Just tryna trap a knot, 'cause shorty need a watch
Guess I gotta keep her wrist on frozen
I ain't stingy, man, I'm grindin' 'til my shit's all swollen
They told me not to quit, well, here's my notice
This year I'm focused, like a chauffeur in the city whippin' niggas' Rolls-Royce
No drive, still alive, gettin' high, not sayin' much, I swear I don't pray enough
And niggas always singin' stuff, I swear they just be playin' tough
Word to my life: If I had to take my pick, it's the shotty or the cig
I'm remindin' 'em of Jig, but in my mind, he wasn't big enough
With my mind on the green, I'ma grind for my team
Plus, my mom, she a fiend
Them red bottoms, got her Louboutins for the queen
No job, still fly, gettin' high, got my mind, not sayin' much, and nigga don't pray enough
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