Gifted lyrics

by

Xc


[Verse 1]
Lately I been just gettin like 4 hours of sleep eating just once a day
Guess thats kinda ironic so much sh*t is on my plate
Damn it I'm gone you can tell em I'm on my way
Said that I'm gone and why would I wanna stay
When nothing is here for me and thats been clear to me
But naw I ain't shocked and ain't none of this weird to me
I told em its our time they ain't taking this year from me
And I get upset when b*tch n*ggas say they ain't hear from me
Cause thats what hoes do don't you got a phone too
I'm into taking fast steps I never been social
Its crazy how n*ggas think they can head to where I'm headed
But they ain't never gotta go thru the sh*t I go thru
So where was u when I was getting my life together
Staying up late nights getting my writing better
Oh I remember you was chasing them same hoes
Still tryna convince me that your night was better

[Hook]
I sent the message I'm guessing you didn't get it
Care less about the present when ya gifted
Just listen I told em I want my credit the told me you couldn't spend it
So get ya money and pay attention
And look at the sh*t I'm making not at the sh*t I'm missing
Not worried bout the present cause I'm gifted
Just listen I did it because I love it never for recognition
More about all the followers less about all the mentions I swear

[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm gone you can go and tell em I'm outta here
I'm still on top of it all like some outerwear
These n*ggas infatuated with being thousandaires
I'm tryna get a million just give me about a year
I'm headed to the top and they can watch me there
Start taking the right steps then n*ggas gotta stare
And they tell me I work to hard for what
Man them n*ggas ain't working hard enough
I'm writing everyday run back and forth from the booth
And I still get to see my kids lil more than they mothers do
I tell em the World is yours its whatever you wanna do
Tryna search for success sh*t I got so much to lose
And these haters watching my f*cking steps
Tryna see if I'm traveling guess they wanna ref
We just wanna ball I swear to God we wanna ball
Putting in overtime while dodging a sudden death

[Hook]

[Verse3]
And I promise I'm more gifted
Than a 3 year old cancer patient with 4 wishes
Who just went thru chemo and might not make it and had 54 visits
With some rich grandparents just hours before christmas
And alot of n*ggas was dissing man
But I let it slide I be the bigger man
Now I'm the president you'd swore that a n*gga ran
I'm sprinting my way thru life I got expensive plans
Whats up Himes they know whats up
Thats why I show em up everytime I'm showing up
I'm running sh*t now and I'm feeling like Peyton Manning
But they ain't want me on the team they'd rather go with luck
I try'd to tell em its Big Business
They told me abort the mission n*gga you just kidding
I said that I ain't need no plan B but they didn't listen
Later I'mma show em I'm the heir now I'm just venting

[Hook]

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