Hell Nah

I hear the whispers come around my way Come around my And this liquor fucking up brain It's fucking up my What can I say It's a cold cold game I've been sipping liquor since a very young age I done seen thangs that I rather not say So before you get to speaking homie hush yo face I know they talking I can hear the whispers False accusations homie mind yo business Sitting here plotting like a politician Tryna get the upper hand on the opposition So they ask Dizzy what you talkin bout? Go get the bag worry bout your bank account But watch your back cause they riding with the bangers out Haters stay mad I laugh f*ck what you talkin bout I keep it pushing I don't really got the time If it ain't about the chicken don't be hitting my line Been sleeping for a minute now I'm back on my grind Cause I'm out to get mine I'm just living my life I hear the whispers come around my way Come around my And this liquor fucking up brain It's fucking up my Thinking that I fell off hell nah Got it out the mud that's why we work hard Cant stop won't stop get it til my last breath (Thats why we work hard) Haters want me gone but they can see that I aint dead yet (Thats why we work harder) I said it is what it is and how it gotta be They say your future got potential like a prodigy And all you fake ass Dikembes not blocking me Been through the trenches don't really care if you fawned of me Cold glass got me right bitch I've been here Shake the rust and let it shine keep it vintage I'll shoot my shot while they criticize my minutes Here's a penny for your thoughts so you can keep your two cents bitch Rock with me I'm here for the long haul Build it from the ground up they watching for my downfall And I ain't with that never claimed to be an outlaw But the homies fingers itching ready to let a round off I let it breathe can't forget bout where I came from It's grind season they be asking why I changed up I want the paper everything else can wait bruh Just wanna see my team win everything tailored I hear the whispers come around my way Come around my And this liquor fucking up brain It's fucking up my Thinking that I fell off hell nah Got it out the mud that's why we work hard Cant stop won't stop get it til my last breath (Thats why we work hard) Haters want me gone but they can see that I aint dead yet (Thats why we work harder)