U Don't Got A Clue

Ya know, somethings just got to be said

Marathon Music, uh

Look u don't a clue, of what u want to do

I'm busy getting rich, you think that I'm gon stop for u?

I built this on my own and everybody know it's true

Still niggas act like they supposed to have control of what I do

But look

They don't have a clue, of what I been through

Nigga ain't have no trust funds or eat off no silver spoons

Nigga ain't have no peace inside my house until I moved

And I damn sure can't recall having no exit route in u

But really, I don't got a clue of what u even do

And what good is a dream if u can't make yo shit come true

What good is a team, when everyone depends on u?

Hope opportunity don't knock what opportunist in yo group

Cause then what u gon do? what u gon do?

Cause if you sharing your success and not your struggle, you's a fool

Then u start to look like food, the game don't even chew

Eat you up and shit u out, and them critics say u thru

But look, they don't got a clue what you was tryna do

Keepin' it one hunnid, one hunnid don't keep you

But I'ma tell you what to do, here is what you do

Say 'fuck the middle-man', get on your marathon and get your loot

I hustle cause I have to, not because it's cool

And overtime became accustomed to the bullshit niggas do

Now I'm numb and it's cool, had to bounce back and regroup

Hope you don't expect shit from me, cause I don't want shit from you

Now we ballin like we s'posed to

Livin' life like we s'posed to

Fuckin' bitches like we s'posed to

Gettin' money like we s'posed to

Smokin' kush like we s'posed to