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 said "fuck it, imma up my own label"
tryna please you, I just ain't capable
I'm sick and tired of tryna make relatable
So please don't ask me why my low
'Cause i could do this with my eyes closed

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

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay saying "don't a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the dignified
life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(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
spend all day eating, then shit some more
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
Pull out my dick's a sword
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 something I said must got under your skin
me, how real can I get?
I fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause they do shit

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

In search of greater