[Intro Cola] R.I.P Prince, the great one Cola, Clairmont The Second [Verse 1 Cola] Ive grown sick of the winter time Lost my complexion on my winter grind Perplexed with all the stress getting intertwined And my sanity be dancing on a thinner line Man, Im done with being humble cause wolves are cut throat Having a really tough time trusting folks Used to count on hope, but now Id rather count commas and pay off the whole mortgage for my momma Lately I find it hard defining myself I aint perfect, but Im great enough to not ask for help Started betting on myself to raise more stakes Cause I aint with the slow pace or waiting on no chase Cant believe rap went from selling to smoking base With tacky ass clothing, just showing us poor taste Id rather drop them all like a cold case, post haste And salt the earth where ever these hacks are growing A blessing and a curse with all of these facts Im knowing Aclass potent, mind black focused Keep my wrist glowing, I bet your chick notice Never played the lotto but the motto is get more chips Rappers and singers be saying the same ish Claim they stack gwop broke hoping fame hits Buy designer clothes I know they cant afford, and I aint seen them at the bank since West side, Toronto breeding grounds for greatness Mans them finna cook the game, no apron WiFETAKER gang, no need to be wife taking Just take your girl and bring her to me, well have her home in a week Against little bro yall slow to compete Dull, remedial, all that bull, yall can keep West end moving from the Stu to the streets to worldwide Screwface, it aint nothing sweet [Chorus 1 Cola] Whats my life worth Cause lately I dont like work, and lately I dont church And lately I dont like people, lately I wanna fight people Whats my life worth Cause lately I dont like work, this light work and lately I dont church And lately I dont like people, lately I wanna fight people [Verse 2 Clairmont The Second] I aint drink a cup of tea in a minute I been hating this game and no longer wanna be in it and I aint even been in it Dont let the fame get to my head they say, but everyone elses head its in it Church folk and old foes act like they know me Couple people riding cause they see premieres on noisey And all my old videos looking like movies But I can care less about them and everything with that album Everbody knows best for me? That aint even logical Dont care about opinions they been putting me through obstacles Sleeping in on Sunday morning momma say I gotta go They sleeping on my day to day to generate the possible Not signing nothing, drop whatever I want, whenever I want, no matter what Im gonna blow up Im who the daughters know of A father type but not blood Cause they call me an old soul its just the way I grew up I know in my heart that Im already a star Im slapping away handshakes that mess with the art Never settle, mixing drinks at the bar God know this he blessed my stature, function with fam after My brother told me do this myself In some ways my brother make me wanna do this myself All day Im on computers Im not using the cell People credited for things that I thought of myself so dont want help Wheres my gated community The family toured Europe and suckers asking for things for free I ask about the bible and nobody ever answers me Scared to say Im a Christian because what we made it seem to be The car couldnt kill me off, Hospital pilled me off Bout to be on a chart, car will be peeling off Amen Metamorphosis of an orphan to the whole business The world a business just tryna be top the time im in it [Chorus 2 Clairmont The Second ] Whats my life worth Cause lately I dont like work, and lately I dont church And lately I dont like people, lately I wanna fight people x2
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