LYRICS
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's DababyBaby Jesus, entertainment for the GodsNiggas claim they got a deal for me, haIf you done made it this far in the mixtape, man, I love you for that, you hear me, it's Baby Jesus, manYeah, what deal nigga? (What deal nigga? Huh?)Show me the money or just shut the fuck up talkin' to meIt's Dababy, bitch!I finished a show and go sell a bowHop right off a stage and jump in a rentalI see how they act when they in they feelingsAnd me, I rap just what I'm really livingI'ma keep winning and hit they womenI'ma keep living the shit they spittin'I'ma forgive 'em but won't forget itI'ma get rich, put on for my city (Charlotte)Take all the pain, leave it on the stageTake off a plug and go make a playI'm showin' love on the weed todayDid a pound of the Og for three todayIt's a drought but I'm selling 'em cheap todayPlay with me, send a hit where your people stayPray to God that I don't gotta prove itPlay with John and you know I'ma lose itFirst let me start off by saying I came from the struggle, I came up from nothingOodles o'noodles when we had the munchiesI slept on a mattress, I don't need no coversHad roaches and rats, you can go ask my brothersI wan' see a mansion, and yankin' my foot up they ass with this rapYou can hate it or love it, this chick that I'm with is so bad I pulled over in traffic and laid her up right there in public, mwahYou say I'm disgusting, but these bitches, they love itBetter get you some money, yeahI'm staying down with my niggas, don't play around with my niggasI take your pounds with my niggas, I play the town with my niggas, you play around you could get itI do not have time for these bitches, I do not have time for these niggasI have all of my time dedicated to grind and get rich or die trying, my mind on a millionNot even half-way close to where I wanna be, I'm only 23, I don't have childrenI hit the club one-deep, everyone fuck with me, showing me love when I walk in the buildingBut it don't matter, my mama still working, I'm still out here robbin', I'm still out here servingI take your shit, act like it was an accident, that ain't what happened, I did it on purposeThese niggas dying to find out the recipe, working excessively, taking these chancesMoving aggressively, while calculatin' decisions, you probably won't understand itAll of them niggas who say they your niggas, be talking about you when you are not wit' 'emDon't even address it, that shit was expected, initially, honestly, I'm not offendedIf you wish me the worst, no hard feelings, I wish you the best, your success, that ain't none of my businessHowever, I want you to know I don't fuck wit' you, I say it loud so you could comprehend it
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