GIFTED Lyrics

Yeah

Uh

Ayo, Bob run this shit up, boy

A man on a mission

Tryna walk free like I was blessed with acquitted

Yeah, I'm on that grass and I ain't talkin' bout no crickets

See a bad chick, shoot my shot, ain't no brickin', uh

Everything I do, I do, I make sure my best

Always strive for more and not less

Middle finger to a motherfuckin' ex

Remember playin' checkers, but everything gotta be chess

Been patient and committed

Clever, black, talented and motherfuckin' gifted

Always makin' plays, need a fuckin' ticket

History in the makin', legacy cemented, uh

Standin' tall on this motherfuckin' quest

Mind made up, ain't no second guess

Fuck around the wrong way and get finessed

The game too easy, ain't no contest

Uh, yeah, I'm goin' in

Want them Franklins, to save and to spend

Can't have it at the end, no need for no suspense

Cup full of juice with some motherfuckin' gin

Conversin' and I really like her vibe

Ask her what she gettin' into tonight

Said nothing but binge, watching' her favorite show the chi

But afterwards, we can get active all night

She lovin' my lil' dance

I told her that it's better when she do it with no hands

Now bend it over, lookin' like you in a three-point stance

And show me what you workin' with and why I am the man

Just call me Dark the Great

Mr. Motherfuckin' make your day

When you need me, Im one call away

I'll be there undelay

You can love me or hate me

I make the money, never let the money make me

I'll never let a motherfucker think they gon' play me

Have em lookin' dumb, confuse him like they goin' crazy

Facts

Shit

Im outchea after a bag

Stayin' focused

Out the way, movin' in silence

That's the way to go

so all that other bullshit

Irrelevant

All that gossip

About another motherfucker, I don't give a fuck

I'm tryin' to get it

Keep me out that shit

I'm on a motherfuckin' mission

24-7, 365

If it ain't about that motherfuckin' bag

I gives a fuck

Focus

All motherfuckin' day

Yup

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