Don't you understand
I was made for this
Track after track masses shaking their head
And you keep on replaying my shit
All the belling the texting the calling
My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it
So much junk that it's looking so organised
Some of you man can make livings in it
All the murmurs I'm hearing it
All the discourse I'm cheering for it
I can never be cancelled I don't give a shit
Why the f*ck are man longing for it
Don't you understand that I don't give a f*ck
Some of you man are still bothered by it
Make the shot even when I'm contested
Them niggas are on me I'm smothered by them
Got the fan accounts made about me
Got one girl sampled done it for me
Got on broadcasts I made BBC
Took this gal on a shopping spree
And I bask the attention I roll with the mob
I just put on a vibe with my new Saint Laurent
You like me and it's bait like your uncle's name Bob
This ting wanna bend down and she wan give me top
It's three tracks a day minimum or man has flopped
Brother look at my basket
You don't even know what the boy has just copped
Bro from zero to 100 it looks like I hopped
But these niggas they never gave the kid a shot
When I've kept all this ammo for years never shot
Well it's my turn to shoot at the scene every round is a drop
And ironic that it's called a drop when I'm evidently getting close to the top
Don't you understand that I'm the best
Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest
Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed
Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest
Some niggas ain't see the vision
I ain't in your top three you ain't even listen
I copped the AP was hands on
I copped the rolex was hands on
Everything I want is hands on
I'm touching these bands I worked seven days a week
You already know it's hands on
I'm shotting my vision hands on
I'm shotting my songs it's hands on
I ain't your platform to land on
I always have business I stand on
Everyday I wake up it's wax on
You asked for a feature it's tax on
Ain't nothing to smile about caps on
Don't you understand
I was made for this
Track after track masses shaking their head
And you keep on replaying my shit
All the belling the texting the calling
My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it
So much junk that it's looking so organised
Some of you man can make livings in it
Don't you understand that I'm the best
Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest
Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed
Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest
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English
Don't you understand
I was made for this
Track after track masses shaking their head
And you keep on replaying my shit
All the belling the texting the calling
My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it
So much junk that it's looking so organised
Some of you man can make livings in it
All the murmurs I'm hearing it
All the discourse I'm cheering for it
I can never be cancelled I don't give a shit
Why the f*ck are man longing for it
Don't you understand that I don't give a f*ck
Some of you man are still bothered by it
Make the shot even when I'm contested
Them niggas are on me I'm smothered by them
Got the fan accounts made about me
Got one girl sampled done it for me
Got on broadcasts I made BBC
Took this gal on a shopping spree
And I bask the attention I roll with the mob
I just put on a vibe with my new Saint Laurent
You like me and it's bait like your uncle's name Bob
This ting wanna bend down and she wan give me top
It's three tracks a day minimum or man has flopped
Brother look at my basket
You don't even know what the boy has just copped
Bro from zero to 100 it looks like I hopped
But these niggas they never gave the kid a shot
When I've kept all this ammo for years never shot
Well it's my turn to shoot at the scene every round is a drop
And ironic that it's called a drop when I'm evidently getting close to the top
Don't you understand that I'm the best
Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest
Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed
Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest
Some niggas ain't see the vision
I ain't in your top three you ain't even listen
I copped the AP was hands on
I copped the rolex was hands on
Everything I want is hands on
I'm touching these bands I worked seven days a week
You already know it's hands on
I'm shotting my vision hands on
I'm shotting my songs it's hands on
I ain't your platform to land on
I always have business I stand on
Everyday I wake up it's wax on
You asked for a feature it's tax on
Ain't nothing to smile about caps on
Don't you understand
I was made for this
Track after track masses shaking their head
And you keep on replaying my shit
All the belling the texting the calling
My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it
So much junk that it's looking so organised
Some of you man can make livings in it
Don't you understand that I'm the best
Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest
Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed
Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest
I was made for this
Track after track masses shaking their head
And you keep on replaying my shit
All the belling the texting the calling
My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it
So much junk that it's looking so organised
Some of you man can make livings in it
All the murmurs I'm hearing it
All the discourse I'm cheering for it
I can never be cancelled I don't give a shit
Why the f*ck are man longing for it
Don't you understand that I don't give a f*ck
Some of you man are still bothered by it
Make the shot even when I'm contested
Them niggas are on me I'm smothered by them
Got the fan accounts made about me
Got one girl sampled done it for me
Got on broadcasts I made BBC
Took this gal on a shopping spree
And I bask the attention I roll with the mob
I just put on a vibe with my new Saint Laurent
You like me and it's bait like your uncle's name Bob
This ting wanna bend down and she wan give me top
It's three tracks a day minimum or man has flopped
Brother look at my basket
You don't even know what the boy has just copped
Bro from zero to 100 it looks like I hopped
But these niggas they never gave the kid a shot
When I've kept all this ammo for years never shot
Well it's my turn to shoot at the scene every round is a drop
And ironic that it's called a drop when I'm evidently getting close to the top
Don't you understand that I'm the best
Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest
Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed
Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest
Some niggas ain't see the vision
I ain't in your top three you ain't even listen
I copped the AP was hands on
I copped the rolex was hands on
Everything I want is hands on
I'm touching these bands I worked seven days a week
You already know it's hands on
I'm shotting my vision hands on
I'm shotting my songs it's hands on
I ain't your platform to land on
I always have business I stand on
Everyday I wake up it's wax on
You asked for a feature it's tax on
Ain't nothing to smile about caps on
Don't you understand
I was made for this
Track after track masses shaking their head
And you keep on replaying my shit
All the belling the texting the calling
My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it
So much junk that it's looking so organised
Some of you man can make livings in it
Don't you understand that I'm the best
Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest
Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed
Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest
Writer: Daniel Masevo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid