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I'll stand here all night and wait if I have to My dear friend, you truly are perfect They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that) They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that) I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap) I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap) Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that) That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that) Though there's very few digits Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots Chip away, chip away Chip away, again and again If I got myself, I don't need a friend Always been independent like the trucks on the boards I get so fucked up if I feel a little borеd Gotta move, get a move on, I don't wanna sit Yеah, they tell me that it's fine, but I don't see them doing shit I wanna be my own idol, man, I'm monotheistic I believe in myself, only me, I'm my Jesus I gotta only go fast like it's Ramadan These dudes talking 'bout cash, they don't know what I'm on You could love a girl who ends up in the blotter So focus on yourself, you might end up even hotter Letras de cancionesThey don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that) They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that) I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap) I'm pushing very wide limits (Oh, snap) Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that) That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that) Though there's very few digits Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots I got the tools, I got the means I got everything I need I got abilities to be something you think's right, wrong, or something between All of this time thinking 'bout everyone else But what about me What do I want (Yeah, yeah) What do I want (Yeah, yeah) I want respect (Yeah) I want a check (Yeah) I want them off of my tense fucking neck (Yeah) How much of it is in my head? Let me check Looks like ninety-nine percent But the one is a threat (Damn) Shoutout Arin, he's been working and I'm proud as shit Gotta make it to the point where I can have my kids Tell 'em everything I did and be like, "Now that's it" Then I'll turn around and reminisce They don't think that I'm an artist (Fuck that) They don't think I'm making progress (Fuck that) I made this beat in ten minutes (No cap) I'm pushing very wide limits (Woo) Tryna tell me what my part is (Fuck that) That music isn't where my heart is (Fuck that) Though there's very few digits Something's gotta break, gotta give, if you make enough divots From Letras Mania