Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm sick and of doing fuck niggas favors
I'm sick and of chasing down designer labels
So I "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
tryna please you, I just ain't capable
I'm sick and tired of make myself relatable
So please ask me why my eyes low
'Cause i could do this with my eyes closed

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta
How M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
Ain't that a bitch? I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had of this
I make up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How rings?
Fuck these dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, call you
And we, and we know your IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

2]
I it odd, niggas stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing behind the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal
(Hello? you ever wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and
I say we're just a bunch of piles of with pores
That all day eating, then shit some more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my dick's a
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, a few more
Let's even get more shit to
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog holler when it's hit
That means something I said must got under your
Tell me, how real can I
I said the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
they can't do shit

Who I for?
niggas, call you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the that I sow

In of something greater