Lyrics

Baby No disrespect I done worked to hard To think you'll have a next Jealous animosity I see em as a threat I'm working OT still running up This check Fuck a snap chat I'm on pace to be the best I'm on pace to be the best You be talking down to me Like I ain't gotta plan Stay the fuck away from me Leave it in the sand I done played the bench roll To be the bigger man Had to Trust the process When shit hit the fan Where was you at You ain't never lend a hand So when I hit M Don't expect a grand Ima be in staples center Hearing Guapo chants Not even in a year I gained 100k fans Baby No disrespect I done worked to hard To think you'll have a next Jealous animosity I see em as a threat I'm working OT still running up This check Fuck a snap chat I'm on pace to be the best I'm up next I was tryna flex I was tryna get it on my own Fuck the sex I just need the bands I just want the whip When and got it And my parents brand new crib We was on the low Remember being damn near Broke But I just kept it steady And I had stay right low I just played the role I just played the bench So when I become star Nigga you'll see in the end I done played this role Nigga and it's not pretend Baby no disrespect You the baddest in the party But I gotta move to the left I gotta lot up on my mind Last thing I wan do is have Regrets I been tryna get my bands Fuck Instagram post n a flex Real life is where I'm at Reality check in
Writer(s): Russell Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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