Really
I ain't got time to be chillin
All of that muggin' and grillin' in designer belts
I don't see how that's appealing
I just wanna get the money and stay out the way
I believe that's fulfilling
Call my kids, check my balance, call it a day
That'll be worth more than millions
Lookin' forward to a lot
Don't need awards to tell me I'm hot
When I get bored, I rap like this
When I'm inspired, more of a plot
It's been rainin' almost every day
When I was down and now I got up and active
What's the point in complainin'
It ain't attractive
And ignorin' the problem can't be adaptive
Please believe in, don't need appeasin
Indeed the reason, creed the season
Because of my language, they say he's a heathen
But nobody ever asked him what he believed in
Step by step, when you got a full house
I ain't followin' trends
Family matters, ain't livin' single
Nigga thought we was friends
Look, a record label ain't the finish line
Your appreciation won't diminish mine
What you thought it was
Still believin' it was organic
I never knew that you can buy a buzz
Sarcasm, can you tell
Two are too together
Can you spell
In all reality, I wish you well
Your pride make you think I'm raisin' hell
What's the conversation
If it's all written or a freestyle
It be your own people that'll cancel you
After the free trial
Am I in denial
Speakin' all facts
Who am I
What's the lingo
I can't even lie
Two months ago, I heard about Riz
Followed by Mid
And I don't know why
Total transparency
Just bein' honest
No, I ain't the same
Could be worse
If I split, it could be me
Myself and I
It should be Curt
You might get a kick outta self-destruction
The same ones say they never knew
When you call it quits, they be on they status
Saying oh lord say it ain't true
Lead with content
Or feed the nonsense
Every 2nd counts
You know damn well
Say it ain't South
Don't read the comments
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Really
I ain't got time to be chillin
All of that muggin' and grillin' in designer belts
I don't see how that's appealing
I just wanna get the money and stay out the way
I believe that's fulfilling
Call my kids, check my balance, call it a day
That'll be worth more than millions
Lookin' forward to a lot
Don't need awards to tell me I'm hot
When I get bored, I rap like this
When I'm inspired, more of a plot
It's been rainin' almost every day
When I was down and now I got up and active
What's the point in complainin'
It ain't attractive
And ignorin' the problem can't be adaptive
Please believe in, don't need appeasin
Indeed the reason, creed the season
Because of my language, they say he's a heathen
But nobody ever asked him what he believed in
Step by step, when you got a full house
I ain't followin' trends
Family matters, ain't livin' single
Nigga thought we was friends
Look, a record label ain't the finish line
Your appreciation won't diminish mine
What you thought it was
Still believin' it was organic
I never knew that you can buy a buzz
Sarcasm, can you tell
Two are too together
Can you spell
In all reality, I wish you well
Your pride make you think I'm raisin' hell
What's the conversation
If it's all written or a freestyle
It be your own people that'll cancel you
After the free trial
Am I in denial
Speakin' all facts
Who am I
What's the lingo
I can't even lie
Two months ago, I heard about Riz
Followed by Mid
And I don't know why
Total transparency
Just bein' honest
No, I ain't the same
Could be worse
If I split, it could be me
Myself and I
It should be Curt
You might get a kick outta self-destruction
The same ones say they never knew
When you call it quits, they be on they status
Saying oh lord say it ain't true
Lead with content
Or feed the nonsense
Every 2nd counts
You know damn well
Say it ain't South
Don't read the comments
I ain't got time to be chillin
All of that muggin' and grillin' in designer belts
I don't see how that's appealing
I just wanna get the money and stay out the way
I believe that's fulfilling
Call my kids, check my balance, call it a day
That'll be worth more than millions
Lookin' forward to a lot
Don't need awards to tell me I'm hot
When I get bored, I rap like this
When I'm inspired, more of a plot
It's been rainin' almost every day
When I was down and now I got up and active
What's the point in complainin'
It ain't attractive
And ignorin' the problem can't be adaptive
Please believe in, don't need appeasin
Indeed the reason, creed the season
Because of my language, they say he's a heathen
But nobody ever asked him what he believed in
Step by step, when you got a full house
I ain't followin' trends
Family matters, ain't livin' single
Nigga thought we was friends
Look, a record label ain't the finish line
Your appreciation won't diminish mine
What you thought it was
Still believin' it was organic
I never knew that you can buy a buzz
Sarcasm, can you tell
Two are too together
Can you spell
In all reality, I wish you well
Your pride make you think I'm raisin' hell
What's the conversation
If it's all written or a freestyle
It be your own people that'll cancel you
After the free trial
Am I in denial
Speakin' all facts
Who am I
What's the lingo
I can't even lie
Two months ago, I heard about Riz
Followed by Mid
And I don't know why
Total transparency
Just bein' honest
No, I ain't the same
Could be worse
If I split, it could be me
Myself and I
It should be Curt
You might get a kick outta self-destruction
The same ones say they never knew
When you call it quits, they be on they status
Saying oh lord say it ain't true
Lead with content
Or feed the nonsense
Every 2nd counts
You know damn well
Say it ain't South
Don't read the comments
Writer: Curtis Rice
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