Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, you ever been sick and tired of being tired? Living in a world where everybody want to count you out But as soon as you make it, as soon as you make it Everybody walking with they hand out I ain't here to make friends, I'm here to make music And prove to these niggas that I do it Prove to these niggas that I do it Praying every night that a nigga don't lose it Y'all niggas do too much talking I just let my work do the speaking Just say the word, I'll kill the whole summer Motherfucker just give me a reason I feel like I'm the realest nigga breathing They been ask why your bitch chose If you dig down deep might find a soft spot Until then we don't love these hoes Last year I counted money with my bros I swear to god ain't no better feeling Met a bad bitch in Minnesota last year Say she 22, Andrew Wiggins KWayy