​no matter what lyrics

[Intro]
(Low the Great)
(IsThatTrey)

[Chorus]
So many emotions in my head
And I'ma keep ballin' 'til I can't
2 a.m., tryna make somethin' shake
And I'ma see the top no matter what it take
Maybach seats recline back, I need a break, don't wait
Don't focus on yourself and get your cake, that's fake
n*gga, f*ck that, run up your sack
Go hard for five years and look where n*ggas at, ugh

[Verse 1]
Y'all n*ggas had motion, how the hell y'all goin' broke?
They say I do the most 'cause I feel like the G.O.A.T.
They act like they don't know I made a hit before I could vote
Y'all see I'm settin' trends, I tell 'em takе notes
I got the party jumpin', y'all be talkin' nonsеnse
Pockets on dog sh*t, you savin' hoes, Clark Kent
You not rollin' up exotic, don't even spark that sh*t
I'm Mr. Like Baow, you know I get sh*t lit, like huh?
She take D'USSÉ to the face when she feel some type of way
Lil' freak b*tch, she goin', she doin' what I say
Did research on Nigo, I'm tryna rock some Bape
I love the birds like Rio, I knock a flock a day
I would say if he could do it, I could make a way
I'm seein' different sh*t, I got sushi on my plate
You can't tell me nothin', feel like I'm Ye West
I told her come over and throw the neck, I'm feelin' stressed
Want a butterfly coupe, I feel like Kaylin
They surprised I'm a kid, but I'm ballin', Jason
Exotic Runtz, roll it up, I'm facin'
No days off, I'm turnt up, f*ck a vacation
[Chorus]
So many emotions in my head
And I'ma keep ballin' 'til I can't
2 a.m., tryna make somethin' shake
And I'ma see the top no matter what it take
Maybach seats recline back, I need a break, don't wait
Don't focus on yourself and get your cake, that's fake
n*gga, f*ck that, run up your sack
Go hard for five years and look where n*ggas at, ugh

[Verse 2]
Said she want a Benz truck, told her, "Let your friends f*ck"
She so quick to give it up, she just never gave a f*ck
He was just Loc'd up, now his pockets tightened up
I stayed down and came up, I locked in and leveled up
I don't even get out the bed when I wanna make hits
When you work hard, you get paid just to take trips
I been in the lab no sleep, but y'all fake sick
But then y'all blame politics when y'all play sh*t
Seventeen, did Hot 100, where y'all at?
My polo shirt tucked with a cardigan on my back
But what's y'all excuse? Every day, I got class
Would y'all believe if I said I ain't care about the cash?
I don't wanna start that conversation, they not ready for it
I love what I do, I'm made for it
Better yet? I'm gettin' paid for it
I just told Jen that I'm tryna visit a rainforest
I know that's random, cougars say I'm handsome
He said he want a feat', but I'ma tax, call me Fanum
I'm the man, huh? Made you do your dance, huh?
You my biggest fan, huh? I'm in love with Atlanta, uh
[Outro]
Tryna go back
Maybe next time, they let me in Onyx
They was playin'
Like what? Like huh?
Like baow