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[Intro] I don't write my shit anymore I just take it from my head You know I could do that No disrespect [Chorus: Smrtdeath] They like "Damn, you doin' great" Yeah, but for me that's just okay Whenever I'm better they won't get a taste I'ma eat everything that's on my plate, on my plate They like "Damn, you caught a break?" Nah, I be working harder on my day off What the fuck you think I'm getting paid for? I don't roll the dice on what they'll say, what they'll say, yeah [Verse 1: Smrtdeath] Damn, you doin' great The money move like weight How good do it feel though, to havе Dior on your face? I'm like I don't really think no I just do my thing though But I am runnin' out of fingеrs to be putting all these rings on Sing songs and they like it But I'm on some "Bitch, don't kill my vibe" shit 'Cause I'm going crazy But do not praise me Don't got time to feel a way [Chorus: Smrtdeath] They like "Damn, you doin' great" Yeah, but for me that's just okay Whenever I'm better they won't get a taste I'ma eat everything that's on my plate, on my plate They like "Damn, you caught a break?" Nah, I be working harder on my day off What the fuck you think I'm getting paid for? I don't roll the dice on what they'll say, what they'll say, yeah [Verse 2: Smrtdeath] Can't tell nothing to a man like me, bitch I might be Might be out here touching on some bands high key but I don't even like me I know they see me looking way too pretty on the IG Yeah, they wanna bite me, bite me But that ain't likely, likely I mean, you the type be looking up a type beat, my beat You the type be looking up a type beat, my beat [Chorus: Smrtdeath] They like "Damn, you doin' great" Yeah, but for me that's just okay Whenever I'm better they won't get a taste I'ma eat everything that's on my plate, on my plate They like "Damn, you caught a break?" Nah, I be working harder on my day off What the fuck you think I'm getting paid for? I don't roll the dice on what they'll say, what they'll say, yeah [Verse 3: Yung Skayda and Karm the Tool] Boy, you shop at Michael's On my raps in a [?] with a mic on If you're cracking my jaw, I won't get it right, though Cracking my fists 'cause I'm done being nice, ho She tells me she ain't get that Percy yet I'm off the O.G shit, off a Percocet I just got with my O.Gs, they tell me, "Conquer it" And when I come through everybody just know I got the next I wanna write some checks, I want a private jet I wanna feel on that pussy and get my fingers wet But do not call me in the morning, horny, looking for sex I cannot be on the same shit, I don't know what to say O.Gs, give me that weed, I'm a gaslight fiend For the gas, talk to me and get my gas right Mommy, where it needs, baby please get that ass right I can be your first man, show you what some cash's like [Chorus: Smrtdeath] They like "Damn, you doin' great" Yeah, but for me that's just okay Whenever I'm better they won't get a taste I'ma eat everything that's on my plate, on my plate They like "Damn, you caught a break?" Nah, I be working harder on my day off What the fuck you think I'm getting paid for? I don't roll the dice on what they'll say, what they'll say, yeah They like "Damn, you doin' great" Yeah, but for me that's just okay Whenever I'm better they won't get a taste I'ma eat everything that's on my plate, on my plate They like "Damn, you caught a break?" Nah, I be working harder on my day off What the fuck you think I'm getting paid for? I don't roll the dice on what they'll say, what they'll say, yeah