N8 The Gr8 - My Cup Runneth Over

Just got a new job
I'm feeling blessed right now
Yo, a big shoutout to Mrs. Russell my 8th grade science teacher
For telling me I'd never get very far with that attitude
Hey Mrs. Russell, I bet I make more than you now
(hahaha)
All the things I be saying
Shows you how balanced I am
This glass ain't half empty or full
My cup runneth over, goddamn
Oh shit hold up fam
I just counted my bands
And with amounts of cash on hand
I'll never be broke again
I like my music like my weed
(I need it) loud as fuck, pound in the trunk, don't play with bunk
If these motherfuckers wanna come at me I'm all about it (bruh)
You think you are over me (You?)
Yo that math is just not adding up
You are not a worthy challenger
Like an air-soft to a .50 caliber
But go ahead and preach
I can match that whack ass laughable track
With a badass slap knocking that on its ass
But they never snap back
What happened to that
Oh that's right, that was a cap
All that talk bout a Mac and a gat
If you spent more time spitting facts in a track
Well maybe then you could actually rap
Just a pointer like a free throw
I'm D Rose in beast mode
I say things, I mean those
Well he said things then he froze
And you think that you're an artist?
I'd look into other things though
Or else next thing that we know
This YoungBoy Gunna be broke
All the things I be saying shows you how balanced I am
This glass ain't half empty or full
My cup runneth over, goddamn
Oh shit hold up fam
I just counted my bands
And with amounts of cash on hand
I'll never be broke again
But I want that Walter White money
Bank heist Grand Theft Auto V money
That I'm stuntin' like Jordan Belfort but I still got a few kids and a wife money
That good life money
But first things first, that's my love
The Cash come second like my name was Johnny
Clyde had his priorities
But number one was don't play with Bonnie
I heard some kid was talking garbage
Saying some shit like I'm an awful artist
For a clout chaser that's a lot of prowess
But since I'm here let's talk about it
See you is just a player
Bitch I'm here to own the team
So you better watch your tone with me
Like waiting for a phone to ring
Buzz, who is it? Your future boss
He got a vision
He can lay you off so you should listen
All the talk you talk is ammunition
I hope you get it but if you didn't
That boss is me and I ain't kidding
But as soon as I'm claiming that position
They'll say that's the definition of privilege
Ignore the fact I work a lot
You couldn't work a lot more huh?
Bitch I'm coming for your spot
Somebody call Al Gore cause
The climate changing for real
I'm heating up like all the time
So you can watch your favorite rapper get spilled
Clean up on aisle nine
All the things I be saying shows you how balanced I am
This glass ain't half empty or full
My cup runneth over, Goddamn
Oh shit hold up fam
I just counted my bands
And with amounts of cash on hand
I'll never be broke again
I ain't never going broke, fuck that shit bro
(MM-MM-MM)

Written by:
Nathanyel Mead

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