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Yeah

Ayy

Look

I was broke on the east side

Cold plate, just crumbs on the cheap side

Court dates, same shoes, had to re-try

Now it’s big wins only, that’s a rewrite

Woke up mad, turned pain into overtime

Turned old beef into focus on the bottom line

They hate loud but they quiet when it’s finish line

I don’t hear talk, I just check if the money fine

Get it off the floor, off the floor, off the floor (yeah)

Every single loss just made me want it more

Pressure on my name, that’s the price I pay

Either fold like them

Or go and get paid

I don’t need your love, I need work, I need grind

All that little doubt get buried in my mind

Either you complain or you turn into a beast

I was built for the war

You was built for a tweet

I remember heat shut off, had to sleep cold

Now the talk all rich, but my heart bold

They flex, I invest, that’s a cheat code

Turn one into ten, that’s a street goal

You want shine? Better stand in the fire then

Want respect? Better bleed for desire then

Scars on my name, that’s stripes, I admire them

Every L got me sharper than the iron them

Get it off the floor, off the floor, off the floor (let’s go)

Every single loss just made me want it more

Pressure on my name, that’s the price I pay

Either fold like them

Or go and get paid

I don’t need your love, I need work, I need grind

All that little doubt get buried in my mind

Either you complain or you turn into a beast

I was built for the war

You was built for a tweet