Vee Tha Rula & Xiris - Regardless (Acoustic Version)

Shit that I'm meant to do, yeah
I put in work, shit I deserve it
I want a Bentley Coupe, yeah
Don't be absurd, cash going up like a vert
I broke the curse, you know I came from the dirt
Came from the bottom, wasn't a way to get out it, yeah
Ain't had no dollars, surprised I made it through college, yeah
I thank my mother, you know that I thank my father, yeah
It could've been worse, shit I guess I had it better than a lot of ya, yeah
Focused on building my dollars up
I want a mill and some Prada, yeah
Shit that you blowing ain't loud as us, yeah
You don't know me, so don't try to front
Doubters yeah, I had a lot of em
The hating just don't let it bother you, yeah
Money swole on allergic
Fortune fame fuck that purchase
For your soul, it ain't worth it
High end loud, your shit unheard of
Blowing clouds of that earth
I just count it, then recounted
Talley it up when I earn it, yeah
And I'm just doing what I came to do
They don't know me, but they say they do
A lot of y'all fake, I just paint the truth, aye
The game look different when it's aimed at you
I'm so hungry and my plate is full
Only doing what I say I do, yeah
Fuck is up, about to fuck shit up
Money up, but it's not enough
So I work hard, got my money up
Credit cards, watch me run it up
Late hours, till the sun is up
Regardless, when it's said and done
Ain't nothin but bullets and kill in air
Regardless I'm gon be a millionaire
Hand on the top of the steerin wheel
Lookin bak like imma get us there
Remember they never would treat us fair
Beat us up and then they leave us here
Stuck at the bottom we grieving there
Money never grew on trees round here
Nigga we doin the most
Celebrating have a toast
A nigga just wanted a loaf
Sum butter spreadin on my toast yah yah
Hottest nigga out the coast
City hoppin wit my folks
Had to make a pallet on the floor
Then sit and smoke out on the porch
No leg room flyin coach
But they kallin me the goat
Water round me like a moat
Bad bitches havin strokes
I'm givin ghetto niggaz hope
Count a milly for I croke
Milly rockin for the doh
My city poppin that's Fa sho
But love these niggaz gotta show
I know they hate it when I post
Got them grams up time to go
My weight is up bish now I'm swole
See first they solid then they fold
This fake shit really gettin old
This shit kan really take its toll
You politicin hit the polls
You pussy Niggaz shoulda voted
Bitch I be the man in motion
smoke and stare out to the ocean
I'm at the top now yeah I'm home yeah yeah
And I'm just doing what I came to do
They don't know me, but they say they do
A lot of y'all fake, I just paint the truth, aye
The game look different when it's aimed at you
I'm so hungry and my plate is full
Only doing what I say I do, yeah
Fuck is up, about to fuck shit up
Money up, but it's not enough
So I work hard, got my money up
Credit cards, watch me run it up
Late hours, till the sun is up
Regardless, when it's said and done

Written by:
Christian Dean, Robert Flores

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