I don't really know what it costs
But saying f*ck it is better than taking a loss
Baby, tell me, did you really know all along
Yeah, you know that you're doing wrong
Yeah, you know that you're ooo
I've been waiting for the time
Where everything I see aligns
Got it painted in my mind
All I really need's a sign
Break a one into ten, get a dime
Racin' to the f*ckin' finish line
See I hopped on the business grind
Know my ass love to fantasize
I'll forever f*ckin' handle mines
Remember lookin' at your granny's eyes
The night that your mama died
First time I'd ever see you cry
We was young, really asking why
Now we smoke blunts to past the time
I promise it's nothing to glamorize
I don't really know what it costs
But saying f*ck it is better than taking a loss
Baby, tell me, did you really know all along
Yeah, you know that you're doing wrong
Yeah, you know that you're ooo
I'ma chase your love, shawty
Don't care bout the cost
Yeah, you know it pays to be the motherf*ckin' boss
I can't be f*ckin' with these basic bitches
They ain't got no sauce
And shawty said that she ain't f*ckin' with me
I don't give a toss
No, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch
Yeah, I know that you is not mine
I can't be hangin' with these lame-ass niggas
I ain't got no time
I tell my mama and my papa
That lil' boy doin' alright
I love lil' shawty, at the same time
I just think she ain't my type
My doctor said I ain't alright
But I'm smokin' on this f*ckin' pipe, yeah
Me and Jesse stay rollin' sticky
And puffin' blunts all through the night, yeah
I'm in the booth and I'm feeling alright
In here with Zain and we been here all night, yeah
Cookin' dough in the studio
We bakin' the bread till it rise
Triple the profit then split it with all of my guys
If you ever try to leave it up to me then everyone getting a slice
If you wasn't up in the bakery
You ain't gettin' a piece of the pie
Can't gift you a piece of my mind
But you pop up, set shop up
Motherf*cker, you ready to die
Bow
Lights out when the thunder gonna come
Got a couple huns and they kick back
When the morning come, it's a thunderstorm in my room
Motherf*cker, sit back
Click fast, Glock 19, Click clack
Rap dreams got me f*ckin' mismatched
Not seemin' what it was, miss that
Now there's smoke up in my lungs (cough cough)
Now there's smoke up in my lungs
I knew that I had a gift before
I'd ever had even begun
A little boy made a wish
Was working through moon and the sun
Do what he love
But deep down we all know
That he want to amount to something
I don't really know what it cost
I don't really know what it cost
I don't really know what it cost
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I don't really know what it costs
But saying f*ck it is better than taking a loss
Baby, tell me, did you really know all along
Yeah, you know that you're doing wrong
Yeah, you know that you're ooo
I've been waiting for the time
Where everything I see aligns
Got it painted in my mind
All I really need's a sign
Break a one into ten, get a dime
Racin' to the f*ckin' finish line
See I hopped on the business grind
Know my ass love to fantasize
I'll forever f*ckin' handle mines
Remember lookin' at your granny's eyes
The night that your mama died
First time I'd ever see you cry
We was young, really asking why
Now we smoke blunts to past the time
I promise it's nothing to glamorize
I don't really know what it costs
But saying f*ck it is better than taking a loss
Baby, tell me, did you really know all along
Yeah, you know that you're doing wrong
Yeah, you know that you're ooo
I'ma chase your love, shawty
Don't care bout the cost
Yeah, you know it pays to be the motherf*ckin' boss
I can't be f*ckin' with these basic bitches
They ain't got no sauce
And shawty said that she ain't f*ckin' with me
I don't give a toss
No, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch
Yeah, I know that you is not mine
I can't be hangin' with these lame-ass niggas
I ain't got no time
I tell my mama and my papa
That lil' boy doin' alright
I love lil' shawty, at the same time
I just think she ain't my type
My doctor said I ain't alright
But I'm smokin' on this f*ckin' pipe, yeah
Me and Jesse stay rollin' sticky
And puffin' blunts all through the night, yeah
I'm in the booth and I'm feeling alright
In here with Zain and we been here all night, yeah
Cookin' dough in the studio
We bakin' the bread till it rise
Triple the profit then split it with all of my guys
If you ever try to leave it up to me then everyone getting a slice
If you wasn't up in the bakery
You ain't gettin' a piece of the pie
Can't gift you a piece of my mind
But you pop up, set shop up
Motherf*cker, you ready to die
Bow
Lights out when the thunder gonna come
Got a couple huns and they kick back
When the morning come, it's a thunderstorm in my room
Motherf*cker, sit back
Click fast, Glock 19, Click clack
Rap dreams got me f*ckin' mismatched
Not seemin' what it was, miss that
Now there's smoke up in my lungs (cough cough)
Now there's smoke up in my lungs
I knew that I had a gift before
I'd ever had even begun
A little boy made a wish
Was working through moon and the sun
Do what he love
But deep down we all know
That he want to amount to something
I don't really know what it cost
I don't really know what it cost
I don't really know what it cost
But saying f*ck it is better than taking a loss
Baby, tell me, did you really know all along
Yeah, you know that you're doing wrong
Yeah, you know that you're ooo
I've been waiting for the time
Where everything I see aligns
Got it painted in my mind
All I really need's a sign
Break a one into ten, get a dime
Racin' to the f*ckin' finish line
See I hopped on the business grind
Know my ass love to fantasize
I'll forever f*ckin' handle mines
Remember lookin' at your granny's eyes
The night that your mama died
First time I'd ever see you cry
We was young, really asking why
Now we smoke blunts to past the time
I promise it's nothing to glamorize
I don't really know what it costs
But saying f*ck it is better than taking a loss
Baby, tell me, did you really know all along
Yeah, you know that you're doing wrong
Yeah, you know that you're ooo
I'ma chase your love, shawty
Don't care bout the cost
Yeah, you know it pays to be the motherf*ckin' boss
I can't be f*ckin' with these basic bitches
They ain't got no sauce
And shawty said that she ain't f*ckin' with me
I don't give a toss
No, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch
Yeah, I know that you is not mine
I can't be hangin' with these lame-ass niggas
I ain't got no time
I tell my mama and my papa
That lil' boy doin' alright
I love lil' shawty, at the same time
I just think she ain't my type
My doctor said I ain't alright
But I'm smokin' on this f*ckin' pipe, yeah
Me and Jesse stay rollin' sticky
And puffin' blunts all through the night, yeah
I'm in the booth and I'm feeling alright
In here with Zain and we been here all night, yeah
Cookin' dough in the studio
We bakin' the bread till it rise
Triple the profit then split it with all of my guys
If you ever try to leave it up to me then everyone getting a slice
If you wasn't up in the bakery
You ain't gettin' a piece of the pie
Can't gift you a piece of my mind
But you pop up, set shop up
Motherf*cker, you ready to die
Bow
Lights out when the thunder gonna come
Got a couple huns and they kick back
When the morning come, it's a thunderstorm in my room
Motherf*cker, sit back
Click fast, Glock 19, Click clack
Rap dreams got me f*ckin' mismatched
Not seemin' what it was, miss that
Now there's smoke up in my lungs (cough cough)
Now there's smoke up in my lungs
I knew that I had a gift before
I'd ever had even begun
A little boy made a wish
Was working through moon and the sun
Do what he love
But deep down we all know
That he want to amount to something
I don't really know what it cost
I don't really know what it cost
I don't really know what it cost
Writer: Brennan Ayers
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