Glad

Shoutout to the new me I can finally say that I'm doing me So don't hate me cuz I'm blessed Life's short I ain't really with the stress So don't hate Don't come back to me, its too late Don't ask me how i'm doing, yh i'm doing great Know the truth is bitter mehn but I love how it taste yh Mehn I'm good, I'm glad Now I'm making songs, why does it make you mad I wonder why you hate, because it just makes you sad And I am not your bro, nigga you should call me dad Mehn I'm good, I'm glad Now I'm making songs, why does it make you mad I wonder why you hate, because it just makes you sad And I am not your bro, nigga you should call me dad Now I'm rapping, now I'm finally rapping Now I'm trapping, now I'm finally trapping Don't hit me up, don't ask me how it happened Don't talk too much, mehn I'm not with the capping And I don't care if you don't like me I got a couple girls say I'm sweet like ice cream Mehn I be out here just doing my thing Aye, ain't no other nigga like me Why you think that its a race Its the paper that I chase Had to pull up with a rake Cuz there's just too many fakes I had so much on my plate But I thank God for his grace Mehn I will not hesitate Pull up on you if you hate All I'm saying is... Mehn I'm good, I'm glad Now I'm making songs, why does it make you mad I wonder why you hate, because it just makes you sad And I am not your bro, nigga you should call me dad Mehn I'm good, I'm glad Now I'm making songs, why does it make you mad I wonder why you hate, because it just makes you sad And I am not your bro, nigga you should call me dad I know there's times that you don't think you're good enough Now you're thinking 'bout giving up I know life's not easy Yes believe me But best not give in Let's start living It's only one life and you'd never live it twice So just be you and do the things you like Mehn I'm good, I'm glad Now I'm making songs, why does it make you mad I wonder why you hate, because it just makes you sad And I am not your bro, nigga you should call me dad Mehn I'm good, I'm glad Now I'm making songs, why does it make you mad I wonder why you hate, because it just makes you sad And I am not your bro, nigga you should call me dad