Gotta gotta gotta go pay for tuition
Gotta make this money so I can make a living
But I really gotta listen to my intuition
Gotta make a change before I suffer from attrition
Gotta make a step despite it looking really hazy
Gotta make a step despite me being really lazy
Gotta make a step despite the people that play me
When did everybody start acting so fugazi
On the bench, we get minimal play
And we're poor making minimum wage
In Ohio that shit is like 8.50 an hour
I start my own company so I have the power
I want the establishment to fall just like the twin towers
I want a public assassination of anyone that devours
I want Chance The Rapper to finally find Matt Lauer
I speak my mind unlike all of you cowards
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Chaos!)
When I get to the top, Imma be like Mugabe
You can die in the lobby, get cut like salami
When I get to the top, I know no one can stop me
When I get to the top, I know my family got me
Tired of living concealed in a mask
Run from the rules like a 40 yard dash
Live in the moment and forget the past
Ride the wave and go make a splash
I went to the white school
My friends might just fool yuh
Never getting moola
Jump through that hoop like hoola
If rich kids didn't have anything to say
They wouldn't be rigging the system today
We all hope money comes our way
So much we think everything is ok
So much sugar I feel diabetic
Maybe it is genetic
Go read it on Reddit
The Real Legend said it
I feel like Frida Kahlo
I feud with the fam like I'm Hamlet
I write when I'm low
I watch all y'all panic
Gotta give people the real
Give em something to feel (Yuh)
I could give a f*ck bout a chart
I just want your heart
I could give a f*ck bout a chart
I just want your heart
I could give a f*ck bout a chart yeah
I just want your heart yeah
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Chaos!)
Passion, Pain & Demon Slayin', this has to be the art of war
The struggle is everyday, this is some shit I can't ignore
We all want Utopia, like Thomas we all want More
Everybody's insecure, sit back and go watch the gore
I wanna get bread like Panera
It's winter but I sound primavera
I paint like Diego Rivera
I'm stuck in the Sahara
Got to apply for financial aid, maybe I got to move away
Got to apply for a job, so I don't face a mob
It's ok I'm just a teen, trying to make it on the scene
R-I-P to Lil Peep, the depression can get deep
Gotta let it leak so I can make it through the week
I like to keep my hair nappy, I know the NSA tracks me
Haven't ran since my track meet
My supporters back me
Tell me why your back hurt
And you pack weight like a packer
You know I'm a stacker with the money, it's so funny
Yeah, I'm tired of the concept of money but whatever
The Real Legend - Heart Attack Lyrics
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Gotta gotta gotta go pay for tuition
Gotta make this money so I can make a living
But I really gotta listen to my intuition
Gotta make a change before I suffer from attrition
Gotta make a step despite it looking really hazy
Gotta make a step despite me being really lazy
Gotta make a step despite the people that play me
When did everybody start acting so fugazi
On the bench, we get minimal play
And we're poor making minimum wage
In Ohio that shit is like 8.50 an hour
I start my own company so I have the power
I want the establishment to fall just like the twin towers
I want a public assassination of anyone that devours
I want Chance The Rapper to finally find Matt Lauer
I speak my mind unlike all of you cowards
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Chaos!)
When I get to the top, Imma be like Mugabe
You can die in the lobby, get cut like salami
When I get to the top, I know no one can stop me
When I get to the top, I know my family got me
Tired of living concealed in a mask
Run from the rules like a 40 yard dash
Live in the moment and forget the past
Ride the wave and go make a splash
I went to the white school
My friends might just fool yuh
Never getting moola
Jump through that hoop like hoola
If rich kids didn't have anything to say
They wouldn't be rigging the system today
We all hope money comes our way
So much we think everything is ok
So much sugar I feel diabetic
Maybe it is genetic
Go read it on Reddit
The Real Legend said it
I feel like Frida Kahlo
I feud with the fam like I'm Hamlet
I write when I'm low
I watch all y'all panic
Gotta give people the real
Give em something to feel (Yuh)
I could give a f*ck bout a chart
I just want your heart
I could give a f*ck bout a chart
I just want your heart
I could give a f*ck bout a chart yeah
I just want your heart yeah
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Chaos!)
Passion, Pain & Demon Slayin', this has to be the art of war
The struggle is everyday, this is some shit I can't ignore
We all want Utopia, like Thomas we all want More
Everybody's insecure, sit back and go watch the gore
I wanna get bread like Panera
It's winter but I sound primavera
I paint like Diego Rivera
I'm stuck in the Sahara
Got to apply for financial aid, maybe I got to move away
Got to apply for a job, so I don't face a mob
It's ok I'm just a teen, trying to make it on the scene
R-I-P to Lil Peep, the depression can get deep
Gotta let it leak so I can make it through the week
I like to keep my hair nappy, I know the NSA tracks me
Haven't ran since my track meet
My supporters back me
Tell me why your back hurt
And you pack weight like a packer
You know I'm a stacker with the money, it's so funny
Yeah, I'm tired of the concept of money but whatever
Gotta make this money so I can make a living
But I really gotta listen to my intuition
Gotta make a change before I suffer from attrition
Gotta make a step despite it looking really hazy
Gotta make a step despite me being really lazy
Gotta make a step despite the people that play me
When did everybody start acting so fugazi
On the bench, we get minimal play
And we're poor making minimum wage
In Ohio that shit is like 8.50 an hour
I start my own company so I have the power
I want the establishment to fall just like the twin towers
I want a public assassination of anyone that devours
I want Chance The Rapper to finally find Matt Lauer
I speak my mind unlike all of you cowards
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Chaos!)
When I get to the top, Imma be like Mugabe
You can die in the lobby, get cut like salami
When I get to the top, I know no one can stop me
When I get to the top, I know my family got me
Tired of living concealed in a mask
Run from the rules like a 40 yard dash
Live in the moment and forget the past
Ride the wave and go make a splash
I went to the white school
My friends might just fool yuh
Never getting moola
Jump through that hoop like hoola
If rich kids didn't have anything to say
They wouldn't be rigging the system today
We all hope money comes our way
So much we think everything is ok
So much sugar I feel diabetic
Maybe it is genetic
Go read it on Reddit
The Real Legend said it
I feel like Frida Kahlo
I feud with the fam like I'm Hamlet
I write when I'm low
I watch all y'all panic
Gotta give people the real
Give em something to feel (Yuh)
I could give a f*ck bout a chart
I just want your heart
I could give a f*ck bout a chart
I just want your heart
I could give a f*ck bout a chart yeah
I just want your heart yeah
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
All this sugar coating might make you have a heart attack
I had to be strong to show where my heart is really at
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
That's a fact
(Chaos!)
Passion, Pain & Demon Slayin', this has to be the art of war
The struggle is everyday, this is some shit I can't ignore
We all want Utopia, like Thomas we all want More
Everybody's insecure, sit back and go watch the gore
I wanna get bread like Panera
It's winter but I sound primavera
I paint like Diego Rivera
I'm stuck in the Sahara
Got to apply for financial aid, maybe I got to move away
Got to apply for a job, so I don't face a mob
It's ok I'm just a teen, trying to make it on the scene
R-I-P to Lil Peep, the depression can get deep
Gotta let it leak so I can make it through the week
I like to keep my hair nappy, I know the NSA tracks me
Haven't ran since my track meet
My supporters back me
Tell me why your back hurt
And you pack weight like a packer
You know I'm a stacker with the money, it's so funny
Yeah, I'm tired of the concept of money but whatever
Writer: Brandon Finley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid