Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fred Donato
Fred Donato
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Galen Mims
Frederick Galen Mims
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Hill (PARKER)
Joseph Hill (PARKER)
Producer

Lyrics

You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t You got a lot of nerve i'll be the first one to tell ya You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t If people let you down you let yourself down Hit rock bottom then it's only up now The world may mock ya but ya too strong na Keep ya head up high and watch ya own na I'm minding my business I'm hell bent Going straight to the finish might go thru hell again No we ain't stopping f*ck 7-11 if life what you make it Lets make it into heaven (ayy) My sights on the prize I had to realize and vibe with the realest (ayy) Can't f*ck up my vibe I let go of time to handle my business (ayy) Can't sink into my demise pick a side the young and the serious (pick, pick) I felt a lot of pain just to get gains thats 24 fitness I'm 24 hours in 2019 and beyond Gotta get more for my sons Working for many moons and suns Can't go back to what you do is done Foolish pride will have you falling huh? I just wanna add up the funds And bring it back to my day ones You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t You got a lot of nerve i'll be the first one to tell ya You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t Its misconstrued think its sewed in my garments I'm cutting loose ends but I barely cut corners Only God can judge me only one above me Got a few bruises but I'm out the coffin Raising my hand up to the man I saw it Regain my focus I'm tryna ball so hard that you can palm me Tell that dirt to get off me Light over shade Rise like the sun in the morning you turning the other way Salt over shoulders I make sure to grab my plate I make sure to gravitate Away from you fakers you know when to activate I'll make em eat every word that I promise I can only speak from my soul so I'm honest On a roll with remarkable timing Been on my job since I knew my assignment Fear God not man but hear us I can't cry I can't shed a tear May no man separate what is Ain't no way to be fake and real Finding a way to be great and still This my fate so save the spill Ducking all you suckas feeling like you can't touch us F*ck you want from us get a whole bunch of 'nunyas' You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t You got a lot of nerve i'll be the first one to tell ya You got a lot of nerve Coming in here with that bulls*t
Writer(s): Frederick Mims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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