Lyrics Lone Wolf Squad - Josh A

Yuh
I don't really give a fuck about the fame ('bout the fame)
Only money I can stack right to the grave (to the grave)
Shout out all the ones that finally tell my name (tell my name)
Shout out Florida that's where I was born and raised
Now watch 'em run their fucking mouth, like they know what I'm about
Watch 'em write all of their articles when I start acting out
I drop a track the next day play it when we hit the stage
I'm saying thanks all the hate just paid my bills I'm feeling great
Been on my villain shit,
Killin' shit, don't care how you're feeling shit
Lately I've been crawling out the dirt, out of the ditch
You know I've been scared to rap these days I might say something real
'Cause being fake will make you
Mills but the truth will get you killed
Been having dark days, never gave a fuck about me anyway
It's hard to say if i should keep on going or just fade away
Digging graves, yeah bitch why you sleep just know what stay away
Bags under my eyes but what's a life without some pain
Yuh
I don't really give a fuck about the fame ('bout the fame)
Only money I can stack right to the grave (to the grave)
Shout out all the ones that finally tell my name (tell my name)
Shout out Florida that's where I was born and raised
Now watch 'em run their fucking mouth, like they know what I'm about
Watch 'em write all of their articles when I start acting out
I drop a track the next day play it when we hit the stage
I'm saying thanks all the hate just paid my bills I'm feeling great
Pretend like you don't know me anymore, I guess I get it
You don't want to get involved with all the shit, I'm not offended
Honestly I like your work that's why we almost made a track
But it's funny you forget about me after backlash, yuh
Now I'm a lone wolf I don't go outside my track so full
I just stay inside and make my music fuck the rest
I used to want the mainstream but it's filled with fake dreams
I give too much of myself to ones that underrate me, yuh
Yuh
I don't really give a fuck about the fame ('bout the fame)
Only money I can stack right to the grave (to the grave)
Shout out all the ones that finally tell my name (tell my name)
Shout out Florida that's where I was born and raised
Now watch 'em run their fucking mouth, like they know what I'm about
Watch 'em write all of their articles when I start acting out
I drop a track the next day play it when we hit the stage
I'm saying thanks all the hate just paid my bills I'm feeling great