Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Bingx]
Man I feel underrated
Under payed overlooked
And underestimated
I'm a triple threat
They second guessed
And my first style well i guess i made it
What you mean I didn't earn my stripes
Man you better get educated
I got a whole squad full of bulldogs
And every single motherfucker here decorated
Like what you got for me
Nothing
Man tell a hater don't talk to me
You ain't got guap for me
I ain't got time for that mockery dog
My time worth money
I ain't getting paid shit
I ain't finna say shit
I'm about music and making shit happen
You boys want the truth we can make this shit happen
This ain't about you this about me
Ain't them boy its about we
Me and my team
This about me telling my story to the motherfucking streets
Never had a silver spoon in my life
Yeah and that's why I'm the realest dude on this mic
Lets get it gotta work hard
Put in hard work til' my shit drop
That's constipation
Got three stars on my family tree
That's a galaxy to your constellation
Either me or them pick all me
Or when you call me go to automation
Girl I've been the man
Don't need your motherfucking confirmation
Woo
Motherfuckers don't want none
Even when they think that they want some
I promise you don't these motherfuckers
On some for thinkin' they fuckin' with me up on non some
Let me go harder then anyone of you that are rappers
I will still be showing love to you motherfuckers
Whoo, yeah
So for everyone of you to talk down to me
I'm not trying to not burn you motherfuckers
Wait a minute
Y'all don't control me
I got me a positive vibe
And i won't let this negative shit that you say gonna fuck up my day
Smile and go get the fuck out my way
Light up a joint that is carried for my family and all of my team
And tell 'em i'm great for be getting paid to follow my dream

[Hook: Bingx]
Said i made it as far and i gotta keep working
Even good days imma be in my prayers
I made it as far and i gotta keep working
People that hate, they will be in my prayers
You will be in my prayers
Still, i made it as far, i gotta, even good days imma be in my prayers
I made it as far and i gotta keep working
People that hate, they will be in my prayers

[Verse 2: Bingx]
Man, i hate to talk to that great vine
These rappers feel like i ain't deserve this
Then when i see them in person, everything is great and perfect
Hah, weel i shake their hand, and straight proof that i make you nervous
And if your respect costs 5 bills worth 5mil, i wouldn't make the purchase
Nah, treated everyone the same respect since day one
And everyone got paid to feature, what a way to meet you
Get a cheque on day one
But i got no respect from that
And i got no respect for that
No, look, if you dont respect me, i dont respect you
Overlook me, then i overstep you
Disrespect me when i ain't there, but when i came there you got so respectful
Imma go and let you tell all the shit that you want
You can talk all the shit that you want
Cus i got five with me doing life with me
Getting all the shit that you want
Had that same manager since i was homeless
He will forever get 20% for dealing with 100% of that bullshit
People like, damn 20%?
And i'm like yeah motherfucker don't question that
Yeah, and if your team needed, imma get it done, don't mention that

[Hook: Bingx]
Said i made it as far and i gotta keep dreaming
Even good days imma be in my prayers
I made it as far and i gotta keep working
People that hate, they will be in my prayers
You will be in my prayers
Still, i made it as far, i gotta, even good days imma be in my prayers
I made it as far and i gotta keep working
People that hate, they will be in my prayers

[Verse 3: Seven]
Yeah
I woke op at dawn it's 1am
Before i made this song, had to talk with god, i told dear father save them
Yeah, father
Talk about them all who stay them
'cus it's far from save, 'cus its no halls bawl when i let these balls go think i
Went hard before you never see me go hard till the dawn or wake them
Man i riding around with a full clip don't get it twisted
I ain't talking he, the gunplay is just a methafore
Nah methafore when i get on it been i'm aiming for those pillowcase
Cus i'm tired of people sleep on me
Imma catchabody if i catch another motherfucker
I ain't trying to catch a z
Lord, i swear to you i'm irritaded
Cus they been trying to keep it nigga down since i was ten
Man, when i started, now im 22
Thats some 12 years a slave shit
Seven like a cross between django assyluming
Coming back and sending all of them to heaven
If they hell better think its a better color red
Cus i'm liable to go psycho
Norman face when i write flows
Halle Berry when i brainstorm
Bruce Banner when I changed phones
And i get a little angry, but at the end of the day i'm only a human
Can you blame me? especcialy when niggas gotta pay me
And niggas tryna play me and niggas dont play me
And drive a nigga crazy
They say vengeance is yours, but I still wanna see those bitches burried
So with that said i'm miss Tyler you're trying to do the lords word like a missionary
Only thing i pray is when we meet up you forgive me for the shit that i done
There's no cave for hiding that i won't find it's no distance i can outrun
Till i catch every single last one
I dont care where it is, anywhere, whatever
I can get em on a mountain, and i canget him in the middle of the desert
I brought the rain down at the city i'm from
Yeah, holla, take back that last from me, that blasphemy
All i ask is Lord i will be dying, Amen





Footnote:
Not perfect, but i found it hard to recognise a few words, as i'm not a native English speaker