Music Video

I Need Mine by B Sound Beatz, Cookski
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Anthony Matlock
Anthony Matlock
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brian Maurice Williams
Brian Maurice Williams
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
B Sound Beatz
B Sound Beatz
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, you got your spot, I need mines
Run it, yeah, yeah, ayy
You got your spot, I need mines
Give it up, you know my motto
Yeah, yeah, I need that
Hungry, they say the wolves outside
Yeah, I need that
Ayy, pick up a stick, ha
Look, you got your spot, I need mine
So all my free time, now it's me time
Making sure all of my habits that I gotta streamline
Big dawg, I can't tug tails, say that for felines
I need money, green signs, my name is on the feed line
Each time, I strategize and I plot
Check the progress I got
How can I turn this little bit to a lot?
I can't wait, I watch the tapes, sit back and study the grades
They running off faith, while everybody running in place
From a place where the wolves and apes running your safe
And crumble your faith, DA got a puzzling case
Be humble with grace, your surroundings encompass ways
They keep to thirty like calendars and they number your days
This is not for the weak, more than one way to peak
Either starve or you feast, it's the belly of the beast
They say you are what you think, better watch how you speak
'Cause in the end, I'm tryna be chief
You got your spot, I need mine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, you got your spot, I need mine
Run it, ha, yeah
Ain't taking breaks, no, we grind (no, we grind)
Yeah (yeah), give it up (no, we grind)
Look, you had your chance, now it's mine (now it's mine, now it's mine)
Yeah (now it's mine, now it's mine, now it's mine)
Ayy, look (yeah, yeah)
It gets sicker, this air I breathe, it gets thicker (uh-huh)
Killers gettin' priors (yeah), tryna get richer (pow)
I quit the smokin' (yeah), let the women quit the liquor (I did)
Fights is a-getcha (yeah), they be lurkin', they get slicker
I'm on the run (yeah), I be the designated hitter
Best (what?) watch your words, need to filter like it's a ritter
Don't brag 'bout your success (nah), homie, just get bigger
'Cause every time you drop the T, they get bitter (brrt)
Ribs is touchin' (yeah), you see the lean in my sneaks
I be mean when I speak, I'm a fiend tryna eat
I compete, I cannot be beat, cannot be obsolete
We hunters and gatherers, you don't work, then you don't feast (yeah)
I been starvin', now my mind has been joggin'
On every scenario, my icebergs on the brink often
You doin' that slick talkin', killers get sent often (pow)
So I just work and I quit talkin'
Got your spot, I need mine, run it (run it, yeah)
Look (yeah), yeah
You got your spot, I need mine, yeah (I need that, I need that, I need that)
Uh, give it up (come up off that)
Ain't takin' breaks, no, we grind (no, we grind)
It's mine (yeah, we grind)
Run it (yeah, we grind, yeah, we grind)
Yeah, you had your chance, now it's mine (yeah, you did)
Yeah (yeah, now it's mine)
Yeah (yeah, now it's mine)
Yeah, you got your spot, I need mine
Written by: Brian Maurice Williams
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