GAINS!

I be doing shit you cannot understand Without a doubt you talking hella shit you bouta catch these hands I be soaring high like I am Peter Pan I master what I do but I don't stop til I'm the better man Money looking great on my neck I am better than the best And I be working without rest I got asthma but I keep going til I'm out of breath I be making hella promises while you be making threats Making gains With the shit in brain If you hate We not the same Then get up out my fucking face I don't know if I had made it clear I'm a man who don't shed his tears I explode and make people fear For my life like my death is near F.T.C. 2022 ok I don't wait I do my shit all day Cause I'm tryna get the pay Heavy ice like water weight Heavy shit I contemplate Get the f*ck up out way I am the chosen uh My shit is fire it's molten uh My shit is so gas like you tokin You hoping I fall but you loving my notion Promotin that you find a way to unload Your problem at home Your problem with hoes Your problem with you always being alone Your problem that you can never let it go