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Gotta’ check myself, Gotta’ ask myself
Did I do enough, Did I do enough?
They can’t write me off, till’ I say it’s done
I keep going hard, till’ my day is done
Gotta’ check myself, Gotta’ ask myself
Did I do enough, Did I do enough?
They can’t write me off, till’ I say it’s done
I keep going hard, till’ my day is done
Ain’t got no ceiling, I don’t see no attic
Gotta’ drink yo’ water, Gotta’ eat yo cabbage
Gotta’ feed yo’ savages, get yo’ commas
Call yo’ mama, sometimes i wonder
Gotta’ up my status
Gotta’ watch these niggas, they don’t want no static
I don’t have an address
Brother need a patek
My, brother lost his daddy
I, couldn’t see the sadness
I, cut a lot of people off
See em’ out in passing
I, owe a couple fades
Might, catch em’ out in traffic
My, father seen my videos for the first time got ecstatic
I, try to juggle everything
Tryna’ find my balance
My father used to look at prices like, “if it’s cheap you can have it”
We was ghetto fabolous
To the middle classes
Smoking misses USA
Gotta’ drop these ashes
I get high through my lows
I stay high through the madness
Gotta’ check myself, Gotta’ ask myself
Did I do enough, Did I do enough?
They can’t write me off, till’ I say it’s done
I keep going hard, till’ my day is done
Gotta’ check myself, Gotta’ ask myself
Did I do enough, Did I do enough?
They can’t write me off, till’ I say it’s done
I keep going hard, till’ my day is done
She wanna’ be heiress
She thinking of marriage
And she wants a baby
With a baby carriage
She could see the vision 20/20 like she ate all her carats
I’m so good at leaving her on “read” I should get a merit
Up when she sleeps, I’m sleep when she up
Want me in a tux
Not, available to love just
Available to fuck
I, overflow my cup
Then, i just call her up
Put her, panties to the side
Right, hand on her butt
Then, deep in her guts
Till she, sleep on her side
Then, call the uber up
Now the, vehicle outside
I’m, sorry gotta’ go
And, she be asking why
She don’t, hear from me in weeks
When, she alone she cries
Why I do that shit?
I was bad for you but you knew that shit
Got a song advance and then i blew that shit
It’ll have you look in the mirror like nigga who that is
Nigga who that is?
Gotta’ check myself, Gotta’ ask myself
Did I do enough, Did I do enough?
They can’t write me off, till’ I say it’s done
I keep going hard, till’ my day is done
Gotta’ check myself, Gotta’ ask myself
Did I do enough, Did I do enough?
They can’t write me off, till’ I say it’s done
I keep going hard, till’ my day is done
WRITERS
Quintin Talbert
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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