Nobody

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Ain’t nobody else I need all the belts I need all the titles I do all the writing It’s the tidal wave On my way its paved By the way its Case I make 808s Its a bust down I’m gone bust down all these racks This will ever last I go get the bag Aye Hustle up and get your paper Nobody coming back to save you Yeah This that struggle music I make for the hustlas Wake up in the morning just to bubble up Its cold in November gotta bundle up By the time It’s January kid I double up By the time they catching on I already came up By the time they catching on I already came up Nobody handed paper to me (I grinded all day) Making money streams out of nothing (Thank God) I was going crazy in my head You got 24 hours get the bread