Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artem Serhiyovych Verbitskiy
Songwriter
Lyrics
I need a new bag
(This one too heavy)
Get ready a check
(I don't know where we...)
Tired of working for respect (fake love)
Don't need nothing to connect us
I'm pressing the rec (you bitches ain't ready)
While you talk 'bout them racks
Taking "L" to the facts, bro
Too much space you gotta take up (fake love)
Fuck fake love
All of this fake love that you givin'
Seen some shit now they ready to give in
But I'm not motivated, I am driven
I was really born to make a killing
Scream at the mike, that's how i make my living
You need motivation just to keep on living
But I'm not motivated, I am driven
Driven (I'm driven baby)
I'm driven
Too much money, am i dreaming?
Fuck this vague light that you giving
I got too much shit, so i got
Too much problems getting into my way
Too little time, i can't let it go to waste
Did not like my own life and it had to change
Had to swallow my pride to be one of the greats
And i got it right
Yeah, i got it right
I know what they been talking
All behind my back
I don't need no more lies
I need a new bag
(This one too heavy)
Get ready a check
(I don't know where we...)
Tired of working for respect (fake love)
Don't need nothing to connect us
I'm pressing the rec (you bitches ain't ready)
While you talk 'bout them racks
Taking "L" to the facts, bro
Too much space you gotta take up (fake love)
Fuck fake love
All of this fake love that you givin'
Seen some shit now they ready to give in
But I'm not motivated, I am driven
I was really born to make a killing
Scream at the mike, that's how i make my living
You need motivation just to keep on living
But I'm not motivated, I am driven
Writer(s): Artem Verbitskiy
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