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They keep telling me it's my time Like I annaroses is on nine Bitch I got it straight out the gym I'm hot like a summer in Timbs I still hit that 9 to 5 Studio from 5 to 9 Bitch you can't tell me shit 'bout a grind If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Call the label, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign Man fuck it, it's fuck it I ain't signing nothing If I can't be me then it ain't no discussion I can't keep it G then that shit ain't for me Can't go Hollywood for a couple of hundreds Don't want your advice cause you ain't at the top A blog and a car is what got me this hot Had a pen, I projected the dots Patience and prayer, we directed the route Songtexte[?] my modem, and eight [?] too If you fuckin' with me then I'm fuckin' with you Critics is talking, they don't know the half When I hear this shit I just roll up and laugh You see me working, no sleeping between Whole lot of loses for me and the team Probably don't get it cause people is crazy A house on the hills, see that shit too basic Labels conniving, they cease to amaze me Tokyo on, don't feel like I made it I want the Jacksons, all of the Franklins Can't give up none of this shit I know made me I ain't complaining man this what it is I love all my fans, the life that I live Honestly speaking, if I can't stay real Then fuck it, it's fuck it, I can't sign a deal They keep telling me it's my time Like I every [?] is on nine Bitch I got it straight out the gym I'm hot like a summer in Timbs I still hit that 9 to 5 Studio from 5 to 9 Bitch you can't tell me shit 'bout a grind If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Call the label, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign They keep telling me that I changed But they know that I come from nothing Like they had to grind with a bitch Like they tryna feed [?] into something Like they tryna give me a diamond Like I would ask my Prada, no way Know how to get it, know too many ways Stayed underground way too many days They telling me chill, it's too much to lose Valeted the fee, the fuck would you do? They standing behind me, we all from the bottom I do it for them, how the fuck that's a problem? I see it different, you missing the picture We never had nothing, not even a little They sayin' be humble, who sayin' I ain't? They said I'ma blow, first they said that I can't Fuck all the media, fuck all the gossip Fuck all the friends that come with the drama Don't want the fame, I just want the commas Just want the money, don't care for the problems Stayed down to get it, been down for a minute Can't go butt up, I want it I get it Stayed down to get it, been down for a minute I can't go butt up, I want it I get it They keep telling me it's my time Like I every [?] is on nine Bitch I got it straight out the gym I'm hot like a summer in Timbs I still hit that 9 to 5 Studio from 5 to 9 Bitch you can't tell me shit 'bout a grind If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Call the label, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign Fuck it, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign Tell 'em fuck it, I don't wanna sign If it ain't 'bout a check bitch I don't want to sign Aus Songtexte Mania