The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
I been made it
Now I'm making money, give a damn about a hater!
There's a little more to getting bands and getting paper
If you talking all at nonsense you could stop it, you could save it
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
You can't be my guys screaming lies, Tryna faze me
Niggas aiming at my pride, I'm Fed up the allegations
Is it cuz I'm rising, passing all ya expectations?
The main ones that was doubting came up to congratulate me
The way that I be grinding I'll be damned if I don't make it
It's gon take sum time to formulate a plan ThaT I'm not saying
I be in and outty like McDonald's when I'm caking
Had this dream about a lot of dollars, Now I rake it!
Dropped outta college, making money is my major
I outsmarted all the odds, you even dummies, we can't wager
I'm playing but I can't decide whether I should say this
I cannot give in to my pride claiming I'm the greatest
The crazy voice up in my mind made me hustle lately
All my haters at they 9 to 5 I double watchu making!
All the sudden fakers Tryna dap me, You could save it!
Girls that used to dub me out here acting like we dated
Now they wanna give it up and ask for my location
So I guess we'll just pretend and act like you ain't try to play me
I smash it then I dub it, I can't letchu drive my crazy
Tryna crash my shit in public, got me moving like I'm famous
I been made it
Now I'm making money, give a damn about a hater!
There's a little more to getting bands and getting paper
If you talking all at nonsense you could stop it, you could save it
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
You can't be my guys screaming lies, Tryna faze me
Niggas aiming at my pride, I'm Fed up the allegations
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
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The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
I been made it
Now I'm making money, give a damn about a hater!
There's a little more to getting bands and getting paper
If you talking all at nonsense you could stop it, you could save it
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
You can't be my guys screaming lies, Tryna faze me
Niggas aiming at my pride, I'm Fed up the allegations
Is it cuz I'm rising, passing all ya expectations?
The main ones that was doubting came up to congratulate me
The way that I be grinding I'll be damned if I don't make it
It's gon take sum time to formulate a plan ThaT I'm not saying
I be in and outty like McDonald's when I'm caking
Had this dream about a lot of dollars, Now I rake it!
Dropped outta college, making money is my major
I outsmarted all the odds, you even dummies, we can't wager
I'm playing but I can't decide whether I should say this
I cannot give in to my pride claiming I'm the greatest
The crazy voice up in my mind made me hustle lately
All my haters at they 9 to 5 I double watchu making!
All the sudden fakers Tryna dap me, You could save it!
Girls that used to dub me out here acting like we dated
Now they wanna give it up and ask for my location
So I guess we'll just pretend and act like you ain't try to play me
I smash it then I dub it, I can't letchu drive my crazy
Tryna crash my shit in public, got me moving like I'm famous
I been made it
Now I'm making money, give a damn about a hater!
There's a little more to getting bands and getting paper
If you talking all at nonsense you could stop it, you could save it
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
You can't be my guys screaming lies, Tryna faze me
Niggas aiming at my pride, I'm Fed up the allegations
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
I been made it
Now I'm making money, give a damn about a hater!
There's a little more to getting bands and getting paper
If you talking all at nonsense you could stop it, you could save it
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
You can't be my guys screaming lies, Tryna faze me
Niggas aiming at my pride, I'm Fed up the allegations
Is it cuz I'm rising, passing all ya expectations?
The main ones that was doubting came up to congratulate me
The way that I be grinding I'll be damned if I don't make it
It's gon take sum time to formulate a plan ThaT I'm not saying
I be in and outty like McDonald's when I'm caking
Had this dream about a lot of dollars, Now I rake it!
Dropped outta college, making money is my major
I outsmarted all the odds, you even dummies, we can't wager
I'm playing but I can't decide whether I should say this
I cannot give in to my pride claiming I'm the greatest
The crazy voice up in my mind made me hustle lately
All my haters at they 9 to 5 I double watchu making!
All the sudden fakers Tryna dap me, You could save it!
Girls that used to dub me out here acting like we dated
Now they wanna give it up and ask for my location
So I guess we'll just pretend and act like you ain't try to play me
I smash it then I dub it, I can't letchu drive my crazy
Tryna crash my shit in public, got me moving like I'm famous
I been made it
Now I'm making money, give a damn about a hater!
There's a little more to getting bands and getting paper
If you talking all at nonsense you could stop it, you could save it
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
You can't be my guys screaming lies, Tryna faze me
Niggas aiming at my pride, I'm Fed up the allegations
The Hard times got me praying
I've been on the grind, but I'm running outta patience
Writer: Tommy Robinson
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