Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm and tired of doing fuck niggas favors
I'm sick and tired of chasing designer labels
So I "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
Just tryna you, I just ain't capable
I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself
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 gotta take to of a hit?
To be at the top, how cotton do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta get? Don't make any
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
I was a git, fuck with my shit
I was a kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How many do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, had enough of this
I make up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?
with these dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you thots behind the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever just die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say just a bunch of piles of shit with pores
That all day eating, then shit some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my a sword
Eight people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
even get more shit to afford
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 got under your skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause they can't do

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

In of something greater