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Lyricist: Lil Baby
Lyrics:
Really made a way when it wasn't a way to be made
Can't get crazy 'bout it, I ain't gon' play about it Not a broad, bro, I'm talkin' 'bout this paper You can play if you want to I let 'em say what they want to, I'm ready for all of this shit No matter how hard it can get That boy on the top of the list I put up a wall and block all of this shit Stay on my feet, I can't fall a lil' bit They killed my man, we was all a lil' sick Tryna get to a point where we all can get rich Go all the way, ain't no stoppin' this shit They respect it of course, but it's still a lil' tension (hold on) Still in the cut, I just darken the tints (hold that) There's a trophy on every last one of my wrists Take care of every last one of my bitches I f*ck around, put my heart in this shit, but you sold out F*ck I look like letting you get over? I never talk on the pillow They get a bond, they get bailed out How many you chargin' to mail out? Soon as they land, we gon' sell out Hope vacuum seals keep the smell out Snitch on the gang, you a sellout I tried to tell 'em to 'Chill out' Beat all the trials, you can get out Keep that shit on when you step out It's only goin' one way, seven mill' in one day Run it up and invest in shit Heart broke when they made him sick Can't find time for relationships Van Cleef, Cartier bracelets I'm a shootin' star, you can make a wish Startin' to feel like I was made for this? If they don't, I will, I see life for what it is Count and spend a dub on a crib Make some more time for my kid Everybody solid who I'm with Spend it when it's time to get spent (spend it) Send 'em when it's time to get sent (send it) Uh, Baby made a way for himself They want credit for shit they ain't did She back outside, I'm in the field If I catch you, you know what it is That's right, she get the biz' (I don't play) Yeah right, you in the middle (I don't play) You get left there for straddlin' the fence (stupid) I'm prepared for whatever they send
Yeah, I'm know where I'm goin', they callin' me crazy I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Yeah I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Yeah
They think I'm crazy the way that I'm spendin' this money I ain't goin' out like Mike Tyson I'm in that mode, super cool on you friendly-ass hoes If I like her, she gotta be feisty Why every time that I turn around, one of these rappin'-ass niggas be actin' just like me? In the back of the Maybach, I'm sightseein' My lil' nigga still robbin', free Shiesty (free bro) I went all the way there on a boat, I ain't stoppin' I'm all the way up on the low, I can pop it You niggas can't get it, I'm first when they drop it My billionaire partner just told me to step on 'em (don't stop) Can't turn my back on nobody that's there for me I ain't trippin' on you bae, don't trip on me All this money on made me the big homie Put in work, got the hood on steroids This for the times we had no lights and no water Mama stressin' herself to make ends meet I done went on a sixty month winnin' streak Brodie wanted for murder, this shit deep I be always on go, barely get sleep (nah) Love my family to death, but we barely speak I be all around the globe, makin' sure we eat (forever) Really know what I'm doin', I'm from the streets
Yeah, I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Yeah I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy I know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Know what I'm doin', they callin' me crazy Yeah LyricsCom
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