24. Lyrics

Ahhh , uh

All you haters really under me

I got Bitches different cities

Tryna get a summary bout

Whose Hugging me and

Whose loving me

I keep that shit sealed like it's outta reach and it's under me

Keep a few hundred in my dungarees

Flare pants Jordan 1's underneath

I rap hot like summer

Something third degree

Best pick certainly

And I'm in the cut feel wounds

This ain't surgery

If i spend this money lol nigga it ain't hurting me

Wake up and i look up in the mirror see a better me

I thank god we made it another day against the grain

Another bag another chance to get us niggas paid

These days I'm not even on my phone that much

I used to sip shhh and i ain't slow that much

Still miss my brother everyday

I wish we could link up

Show Chris new music through the speakers while we drink up

Mm

And ever since we lost Laura I been depressed

I'm just worried bout my mama worrying way less

Worried on the money

Music just to ease it less

Down another bottle so the lines is easy to press

I don't don't no interviews I don't f**k with the press

Just a bunch of sit arounds talking bout these niggas who is underachieved

And that's just makes the gang more unimpressed

Bitches in our garden

Swear they all eve

Ain't nobody calling it was all me

I raised stocks with sharks swimming now we celebrate with all cubans

Stop it I am not stupid

Niggas tried to tell who can love they is not Cupid

Eat my plate clean with no toothpick

Faced adversity and i pushed thru it

Had the funds bussing but i blew through it

Made me look stupid bet i get it all back and make you F**kers new students

Yeah

To my haters keep doubting me

I know

I know

I know

I know that um

That I'm proud of me

To my haters keep doubting me

I know

I know

I know

I know

Keep doubting me doubting me

I know

I know that I'm proud me

Mmm yeah yeah

I know that I'm proud of me

Said I'm so f**king proud of me

Yeah