GAINS! Lyrics

I be doing shit you cannot understand

Without a doubt you talking hella shit you bouta catch these hands

I be soaring high like I am Peter Pan

I master what I do but I don't stop til I'm the better man

Money looking great on my neck

I am better than the best

And I be working without rest

I got asthma but I keep going til I'm out of breath

I be making hella promises while you be making threats

Making gains

With the shit in brain

If you hate

We not the same

Then get up out my fucking face

I don't know if I had made it clear

I'm a man who don't shed his tears

I explode and make people fear

For my life like my death is near

F.T.C. 2022 ok

I don't wait

I do my shit all day

Cause I'm tryna get the pay

Heavy ice like water weight

Heavy shit I contemplate

Get the fuck up out way

I am the chosen uh

My shit is fire it's molten uh

My shit is so gas like you tokin

You hoping I fall but you loving my notion

Promotin that you find a way to unload

Your problem at home

Your problem with hoes

Your problem with you always being alone

Your problem that you can never let it go