Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas
I'm and tired 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 tryna make relatable
So please don't ask me why my low
'Cause madafucka i could do this with my closed

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I get? Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, that someone on top would discover me
How many do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone 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 awards? How many rings?
Fuck with dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, 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 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 wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit pores
That spend all day eating, then some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
Let's even get more shit to
Seventy 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 your skin
me, how real can I get?
I said the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause they can't do

Who I ride
Clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

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