Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm sick and tired of doing niggas favors
I'm sick and tired of chasing down designer
So I said "fuck it, start up my own label"
Just tryna you, I just ain't capable
I'm sick and of tryna make myself relatable
So please ask me why my eyes low
'Cause madafucka i could do 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 do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta get? make any sense
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top discover me
How many publicists do I
How many publicists I gotta hire to all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't make up this shit, I am on too substances
How many streams? How many themes? How awards? How many rings?
Fuck with these

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay saying "don't 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 watch
(Hello? you ever just die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say we're just a of piles of shit with pores
That spend all day eating, then some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
out like my dick's a sword
Eight people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
Let's get more shit to afford
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when hit
That something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I fuck 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 the shit that I sow

In of something greater