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[Chorus]
Why I feel so blessed
But I'm waitin' on checks
Nike check on my shoes
Like an Air Force vet
Watch me count up my blues
But I ain't there yet
Okay boo-hoo
That's why I get no rest
Been workin' all day
Get the hell out my way
If I ain't gettin' paid
How the fuck I'm gon' flex
Don't need new friends
Imma down a whole bottle
I ain't meetin' 'em tomorrow
You can give 'em my best
Gonna pull up my pants
Take it step-by-step
Watch me step to the left
Can't do shit right
[Hook]
I'm a bad lil' man
When it hits around midnight
28 grams in the bag
And it's zipped tight
Money on demand
When my tracks finally hit right
Want it real bad
Ever since I was a young tyke
Listenin' to Marshall Mathers LP
On the disc right
So I know I got it good
Yeah I got it alright
[Chorus]
Why I feel so blessed
But I'm waitin' on checks
Nike check on my shoes
Like an Air Force vet
Watch me count up my blues
But I ain't there yet
Okay boo-hoo
That's why I get no rest
Been workin' all day
Get the hell out my way
If I ain't gettin' paid
How the fuck I'm gon' flex
Don't need new friends
Imma down a whole bottle
I ain't meetin' 'em tomorrow
You can give 'em my best
Gonna pull up my pants
Take it step-by-step
Watch me step to the left
Can't do shit right
[Verse 2]
Gotta puff up my chest
In the Mariana Trench
Tryna hold my breath
When I'm hittin' at night
It's the cheeks that I'm chasin'
It's motivation
I need the bacon
I'm bad with the desperation
Anticipatin' whether I should hit it or not
She likes it when I'm hot
And how I hit a G on the spot
[Verse 3]
Yeah I sip whiskey on rocks
When I'm feelin' good
Like I should
All alone at the spot
When I start spittin' my verse
The party don't stop
Turnin' up the knobs for the drop
I don't keep track of my advances
I need a mansion
A couple cars and some bars
Would be fantastic
I need to chill out
The views comin' quick now
Damn this new bop has got me dancin'
[Hook]
I'm a bad lil' man
When it hits around midnight
28 grams in the bag
And it's zipped tight
Money on demand
When my tracks finally hit right
Want it real bad
Ever since I was a young tyke
Listenin' to Marshall Mathers LP
On the disc right
So I know I got it good
Yeah I got it alright
[Chorus]
Why I feel so blessed
But I'm waitin' on checks
Nike check on my shoes
Like an Air Force vet
Watch me count up my blues
But I ain't there yet
Okay boo-hoo
That's why I get no rest
Been workin' all day
Get the hell out my way
If I ain't gettin' paid
How the fuck I'm gon' flex
Don't need new friends
Imma down a whole bottle
I ain't meetin' 'em tomorrow
You can give 'em my best
Gonna pull up my pants
Take it step-by-step
Watch me step to the left
Can't do shit right