
CHUBBY BROCKHAMPTON
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[Chorus: Kevin Abstract , Ryan Beatty, Both]
With a smile on my face, yeah
I quit my job in a heartbeat
With a smile on your face, yeah
You say you still ain't that proud of me
I told my dog ain't no handouts
You said you're making it hard for me
Thank god you're so patient
Could you give up, give up, give up for me?
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
My mind was made up
When I decided to move out
I stopped paying attention in all my classes
Imma move to Californ-i-aaaaaye
And get my money up my own fuckin' way
And make a classic, right here in this house
Through the package, wrap it
Mix it, master it
Miss me with all the bullshit
You niggas ever try to kick me
Word word, word word, word word
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I had a real job, I got fired from it
I don't give a fuck, spotlight on me
I acquire money, they took my time from me
I'm Michael Jackson, we sequin glove, we Billie Jean
These niggas see me and think they know me off TV screens
I'm still learning myself
All these books on my shelf?
And I ain't learn how to act
I'm in a battle myself
I've been fighting myself
I got my hand on my wealth
With a smile on my face, yeah
I quit my job in a heartbeat
With a smile on your face, yeah
You say you still ain't that proud of me
I told my dog ain't no handouts
You said you're making it hard for me
Thank god you're so patient
Could you give up, give up, give up for me?
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
My mind was made up
When I decided to move out
I stopped paying attention in all my classes
Imma move to Californ-i-aaaaaye
And get my money up my own fuckin' way
And make a classic, right here in this house
Through the package, wrap it
Mix it, master it
Miss me with all the bullshit
You niggas ever try to kick me
Word word, word word, word word
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I had a real job, I got fired from it
I don't give a fuck, spotlight on me
I acquire money, they took my time from me
I'm Michael Jackson, we sequin glove, we Billie Jean
These niggas see me and think they know me off TV screens
I'm still learning myself
All these books on my shelf?
And I ain't learn how to act
I'm in a battle myself
I've been fighting myself
I got my hand on my wealth
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