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Feel like everybody talk right out their neck Feel like everybody give no respect Man I invented this, poppin' that limitless Boutta come out of my cage like Nicholas Feel like the man of the year, never been so clear Shaking all my fans hands, jumping in the crowd No, I don't have no fears, yuh Feel like the man of the year, never been so clear Shaking all my fans hands, jumping in the crowd No, I don't have no fears, yuh Been at it a minute, I'm back with a vengeance I'm stacking my digits I'm like a promission I don't mean to body you fools Don't wanna smoke no juul Don't wanna be so cruel But i gotta touch up my craft Loading them hits like a mag My last tape tame with the tracks My next tape made for the raps, its just a matter of fact Yes you can't come and get it Got fans in the ceiling you banned if it isn't Tap bands if you kill it for dumbasses really murdering out here for checks that I get in week Dumbasses really talking shit SongtexteCause lowkey they wish they were me Cause I got a lot of the green None of my town will see Savings account lookin' mean Original loner, medicinal smoker A veteran here, but the show isn't over I never done this before Never done hits before Never done trap with a twist before Wanna know why, well, bitch, I'm bored And I got a lot on my plate I got a lot on my plate I got a lot on my All my life I've been in cages just sitting and waitin' Got sick of wages, so then escaped it I've been underrated, man how could they hate it? Man they could be changing and they could be making Same shit I'm making but they'd rather take it Man they'd rather fake it, yeah they'd rather shame it Yeah, they'd rather waste it, yeah they'd rather shake it But I don't debate it laughing in their face Did it all without a wraith Did it all without a chain Did it all without a Drake Did it all without a gang Feel like the man of the year, never been so clear Shaking all my fans hands, jumping in the crowd No, I don't have no fears, yuh Feel like the man of the year, never been so clear Shaking all my fans hands, jumping in the crowd No, I don't have no fears, yuh No more bitching, better man up Jealous of me, better get your bands up I drop another tape, pick your fans up You're high off the xans, can't stand up Look what you become Six months in and you're already done Spend all your checks on chains and drugs Six more months, you'll be back in the slumps (honestly) All of your fans are better off with Josh A Jake Hill Our worse tracks probably better than your great still We uplift the fans and stop suicide, you encourage drugs, they OD and die I'm so competitive, I'll spend your money better Basically all that means that I'll spend no cheddar Put it in my savings on direct deposit Buy a house, and then sell it, then make a profit So my whole damn life I've been breaking molds At a very young age, like 8 years old I was for my hustles, I was learning code All your money's lucky, watch it come and go Did it all without a wraith Did it all without a chain Did it all without a Drake Did it all without a gang Did it all without a wraith Did it all without a chain Did it all without a Drake Did it all without a gang Feel like the man of the year, never been so clear Shaking all my fans hands, jumping in the crowd No, I don't have no fears, yuh Feel like the man of the year, never been so clear Shaking all my fans hands, jumping in the crowd No, I don't have no fears, yuh Aus Songtexte Mania