Brian O'Shea - Gifted

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm all business, feelin' gifted like it Christmas Eve
Hit a milly on some tickets, make a lil' scene
But I ain't trippin' on success, I tell these bitches, "please"
Go and take a seat, you 'bout to witness me
Hit a half-court buzzer beater, I'm shittin' threes
Get me a brand deal and get a bunch of shit for free
I'm makin' history, you see it on a little screen
But this is all real to me, yeah
So I guess I need to pinch myself
Pull some Eminem shit, go and diss myself
Got a crib with my bitch, been good for my health
And I ain't stressin' over money
Been good with the wealth, yeah, yeah
New year, new money
So I'm savin' up
Blow it all at the market and get the flavor up
Tick-tock
Make a post and wake the haters up
It's all noise to me, go and turn the faders up
Wake the neighbors up with shit I'm cookin' lately
And now they lookin' at me crazy like I shook a baby
I'm with my lady on the low
If you ain't with us move aside
Know the work don't stop at home
And you can see it in my eye
Been grindin', put the time in
I can't sleep
Who up in the air shinin'?
Oh, that's me
Never let a weapon prosper against me
Cop a flight to see my parents, keep it lowkey
And we
I mean me
I'm ahead of my time, leavin' you behind
I'm a dog for the pussy and you just feline
Gotta pay to get in, this ain't no free ride
Gotta pay to get in, this ain't no free ride
This ain't no free ride
Grindin', put the time in, I can't sleep
Never let a weapon prosper against me

Written by:
BIlly Adams, Brian Roberts

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