Yung Musk - Gassed

I only do this shit for the fame and the appearance
I need a milly now
Fuck
I only do this shit for the fame and the appearance
I need a milly now so I get a crib for my parents
I been gassed off my drive and all the brands that I been wearin'
It's been harder than ever to get a bitch I would marry
I been drivin' to the bank
Where the cash now?
My buddy says he's buddies with a cash cow
I be losin' trust
and I'm always losin' faith
'Cause as soon as I get up
Friends are starin' at my plate
And if I don't give a buck
Then I turned into a fake
I don't give them what they want
They won't mention at my name
They want pension for my fame
I been blessed to give some blessings
I'm sittin' at the alter fuck I'd rather be in heaven
I'm so tired of this petty shit
Rather get some steady shit
Gotta go and get my bag
Writin' down all these sentences
Had to work on my penmanship
I don't need me a friend and shit
Everyone said that I'm the fool
But now they be half of the views I'm sittin' in
I'm gassed on it
I hit the gas on it
I just did an interview and got a bag off it
They said what's gotten into you
I said some mad profit
What's the problem I'ma go out in a fat coffin
You can ride on the wave
Or you can die on it
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
They tend to lie often (Tend to lie often)
I don't come with a limit
My shit's a high rocket
I never signed to a label
I chill in my office
Hello?
Aight you need to delete my number
Lose my shit
Do not call me again
I ain't gonna play your games
I'm done
Yeah she cried when I said fuck you on the facetime
I fucked a new bitch next day she had a great time
I'm gassed on it
I hit the gas on it
I just did an interview and got a bag off it
Said what's gotten into you
I said some mad profit
What's the problem I'ma go out in a fat coffin
You can ride on the wave
Or you can die on it
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
They tend to lie often (Tend to lie often)
I don't come with a limit
My shit's a high rocket
I never signed to a label
I chill in my office
That bitch was gassed on it
I hit the gas on it
I just did an interview and got a bag off it
Said what's gotten into you
I said some mad profit
What's the problem I'ma go out in a fat coffin
You can ride on the wave
Or you can die on it
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
They tend to lie often (Die on it)
I don't come with a limit
My shit's a high rocket (High rocket)
I never signed a label
I chill in my office
Never signed to a label
Never signed to a label
I Never signed to a label I chill in my office
Never signed to a label
Never signed to a label

Written by:
Joshua Ward

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