(thoughty? this is music)
Yeah
I can’t chill because i’m in a spot
f#ck it
I met her friend and i feel like a star
Beatmakers
Forget ’em ’cause i got my own supplies
I got a fade and i’m making your girl wanna pop
Yeah
Drippin’ like gunna, got sauce like hollandaise, make beats that should never touch propane
Hits like a drummer, i shine, they just wanna know who that n#gg# with the gold chain
Rapper and artist when i’m on the mic i’mma say what i normally don’t say
I ain’t never naming no names, i don’t throw shade, got my own ways
f#ck what they talking ‘bout, i’mma be doin’ this sh#t on my own, i’m okay
Know i am poppin‘, i’m feelin‘ myself, ain’t no stoppin‘ me, ain’t gon’ be fazed
Only got love for the people with love, doesn’t mean that i’m gonna be hatin‘
Gon’ be on top, yeah, i do what i have to do, i can’t give up it’s too late
Know what i want, i’mma get it, i know you don’t get it, don’t understand why
Can’t get enough, i’mma role the grind up and i’m smoking that sh#t, i get high
I’m getting louder until they be hearin‘ me, this ain’t the time to be shy
Do this sh#t now, i ain’t waiting no more, there’s no way because this is my life
I know i’m a real one
I can’t be a fake one
I know it’s all getting back to me, i know i ain’t wrong
I know i’m a real one
I can’t be a fake one
I can’t be messin‘ with sh#t i don’t like, i’mma leave, can’t be puttin’ no face on
Never cap, all about truth
I’mma go stand up
Feel like i get a dejavu
Gotta get up, cannot lose
Beat is so sick, might be getting the flu
They gotta watch how i move
Only a few win, i’m few
Rap or sing, i cannot choose
Fire when i hop in the booth
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f#ck what they talking ‘bout, i’mma be doin’ this sh#t on my own, i’m okay
Know i am poppin‘, i’m feelin‘ myself, ain’t no stoppin‘ me, ain’t gon’ be fazed
Only got love for the people with love, doesn’t mean that i’m gonna be hatin‘
Gon’ be on top, yeah, i do what i have to do, i can’t give up it’s too late
Know what i want, i’mma get it, i know you don’t get it, don’t understand why
Can’t get enough, i’mma role the grind up and i’m smoking that sh#t, i get high
I’m getting louder until they be hearin‘ me, this ain’t the time to be shy
Do this sh#t now, i ain’t waiting no more, there’s no way because this is my life
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Michael Jacques Parker Lyrics – Why