BOUT MINE Lyrics

I done walked through the storm and I came out dry

I done been through the fire and I came out fine

I need every damn dollar, I don't play bout mine

I can't get a hour back so I don't play bout time

Fuck niggas hate our style and they hate our vibe

You get a ticket every time you hate, Time to pay y'all fines

Fake as fuck, your lives don't match what you say you're online

Fans in the crowd go crazy when they say our lines

Feeling like it's 96', We the Unstoppabulls

I keep a glock to pull, Loaded up with rocket fuel

I am not entertained, And I am not amused

Singing while I count hunnids up, Guess I got the blues

In the stu, Loaded up off pot and booze

Then I get to punching on shit like I'm Kostya Tszyu

Lot of pep in my step, Yeah I got the groove

Calculated, No calculator n make a proper move

Sleeping on me, But SZA told you not to snooze

I know exactly who I am and I'm not confused

But you lost in the sauce, And ain't got a clue

I should've been went diamond, The way I be dropping jewels

Fuck the clout, find a route cause you is not a goon

You know I keep a Ghana plug, Get the shh from Babatunde

Paper in my pocket, Every time I drop a tune

We put it together at the right time, It was oppor-tun

I done walked through the storm and I came out dry

I done been through the fire and I came out fine

I need every damn dollar, I don't play bout mine

I can't get a hour back so I don't play bout time

Fuck niggas hate our style and they hate our vibe

You get a ticket every time you hate, Time to pay y'all fines

Fake as fuck, your lives don't match what you say you're online

Fans in the crowd go crazy when they say our lines