No Lib - Hozzy

We got it, we got it, we got what you need Break all the bread with nobody between Taking off on jets, burning kerosine That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline Putting in work we don't do it for free Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream And don't give a f- what they think about me Got a grand scheme, me and my team I got a whole plan to make it out You ain't never love us, you fake it now "F-" number zero, what I gave out Got a few zeroes in my account Got a few secrets I can't hand out Cause you a snake, can't be my mans now Ain't no dissin' I got fans now And you know I can't let a fan down I'm all over the place Can't even feel my face Almost went so insane But I gotta bounce back every day Don't got time but I do got a place If I got a Patek, gotta ice the face If I had ya b-, then I forgot her name So keep the past in the past, we got cash to make And a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought? Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross I shoot all my shots and get applause And I never even practice at all I feel just like Justin, have to ball Way too talented, we have to charge If you gang you pay just half the cost In the end, we all gotta go hard We got it, we got it, we got what you need Break all the bread with nobody between Taking off on jets, burning kerosine That's fire on fire, we smoke gasoline Putting in work we don't do it for free Call me young Meek, I'm chasing a dream And don't give a f- what they think about me Got a grand scheme, me and my team In my bag like Silkin, got no time for regrets Fill my DM with b-, I leave you in my requests Had to trust my process, I been so impatient Prayers stay up, God bless, we living in Revelation Ain't got time to waste, give a time and place You can guarantee I'll be pull up on time Eighty times a day, s- on my phased ass haters with a couple of lines Staying focused up, for the both of us And anyone that's down to ride No one's cold as us, or as bold as us You cannot hang around my guys With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought? Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross I shoot all my shots and get applause And I never even practice at all Never ever letting down my guard Swimming with the sharks till I kill Jaws I don't follow rules or any laws 'Cause In the end we all gotta go hard Gotta go hard Gotta go hard