Lyrics Armageddon - Chetta

Bitch I'm on zoom
Keep tryna figure me out, we ain't cool
Don't give a fuck bout no feelings or rules
I tell ya bitch what it is, she say cool
I'm off the top when I hit, but it's true
They tryna cancel me out, but I tune
They tryna park all my shit but I cruise
Tryna win, they want me to lose
Boy, I dont give a fuck 'bout no bitch, you know who I am
I'm on the block when the money land
I was on blocks with the funny tan
Like fuck all the cops, do the running man
I'm cooking up opps, get your pot and pan
I dont need all them stans to know who I am
I just stuffed all them bricks in the rental van
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Tell shawty please pour up my foam
I'm in the back, that's a league of my own
Dont get it back but i keep giving more
Keep telling me oh, they want me to blow
I'm blowing sherbacio, feelings let go
They trying to stop me, I keep getting more
Been finding my way, don't know where to go
I'm in the field, still on ten toes
Chopping it up once a month just to coast
I'm out of the pack and i want all the smoke
What happened to kin, we used to be folk
Get shook like a pen, I'm selling my soul
Keep saying you got me but never come close
I married the streets, my glock on propose
You posting for clout, that's cute when you pose
I'm in and out, still feeling alone

Keep counting me out
Ima keep getting it in (getting it in)
Pour in a drought
I'm tryna feel it again (feel it again)
They single me out
I got no feelings again (feelings again)
Keep counting it up
I rather money than friends (money than friends)
No feelings again
I rather money than friends (money than friends)
No feelings again
I rather money than friends (money than friends)
No feelings again
I rather money than friends (money than friends)
No feelings again
I rather money than friends (money than friends)

Oh, you mad? Good
Oh, you sad? Good
Paper tags, ugh
Smoking gas, ugh
All i know is big facts, big facts
All i count is big racks, big racks
If you ain't first, you last
Tryna hold me, can't grasp
I can't hang with you wannabes
Tell the truth you wanna be
I dont fear what i'm going to be
Thats infront of me, that's infront of me
All this pain, it's a part of me
All this fame, it's a part of me
Tryna be all i got is me
That's infront of me, that's infront of me