Piano Lyrics

Ask me what I rap for

And I'll tell you the truth

It's a feeling that I get

When I walk in the booth

It's a feeling that I get

When I walk on the stage

I got a big ego

I know how to behave

(That's my shit)

I work for my money

But I wanna do more

I wanna feel freedom

When I walk in the store

I wanna feel purpose

When I get out of bed

I'm good at what I do

Get that shit through your head

(That's my shit)

I'm good at what I do

Get that

(That's my shit)

I'm talking my shit again

I'm talking my shit again

I'm talking my shit again

Ah

I'm a hoe in these streets

I need a hose for these sheets

I'm cooking while I'm running

It's a stove in these cleats

You seen me at my

Wait till you see me at my Pete

I'm hitting and I'm listening to (Yachty)

On repeat

You see me at the batting cages

Newbies on my feet

Getting money like I'm Frankie

And I'm losing it like

Oh, I'm back again

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