You know, something's just got to be said
Marathon Music
Uh, look

You don't a clue (clue), of what you want to do
I'm busy gettin' rich, you think that I'm gon' stop for you? (You)
I built this on my own and everybody know it's true
Still niggas act like they supposed to have control of what I do
But look, they don't have a clue of what I been through
Nigga ain't have no trust funds or eat off no silver spoons
Nigga ain't have no peace inside my house until I moved
And I for damn sure can't recall havin' no exit route in you
But really, I don't got a clue of what you even do
And what good is a dream if you can't make yo' shit come true
What good is a team, when everyone depends on you?
Hope opportunity don't knock when opportunists in yo' group
'Cause then what you gon' do? What you gon' do?
'Cause if you sharin' your success and not your struggle, you's a fool
Then you start to look like food, the game don't even chew
Eat you up and shit you out, and them critics say you through
But look, they don't got a clue what you was tryna do
Keepin' it one hunnid, one hunnid don't keep it true
But I'm gon' tell you what to do (do), here is what you do
Say, "Fuck the middle-man", get on your marathon and get your loot
I hustle 'cause I have to, not because it's cool
And overtime became accustomed to the bullshit niggas do (do)
Now I'm numb and it's cool, had to bounce back and regroup
Hope you don't expect shit from me, 'cause I don't want shit from you

Now we ballin' like we supposed to (now I'm ballin' like I'm)
Livin' life like we supposed to
Fuckin' bitches like we supposed to
Gettin' money like we supposed to
Smokin' Kush like we supposed to (to)

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Writer(s): Ermias Asghedom