Текст песни Billboard - Justin Stone

I'ma be on billboard soon, I don't gotta sell my soul
You can flex here anyway, we know you won't stay for long
I did this all by myself, put the time and put in work
Everybody asking how we doing, how we doing it
Yeah
Put that wrist
Two hours gotta hit, yeah I do that quick
Making money like I'm moving bricks
But I don't do drugs 'less it's indica
I been crushing the standards they
On, how you with the label not even on
Sorry I'm not, sorry for venting
That advance money you got won't last you long
Saying that I'm dope but I been it, this is hard work not a gimmick
I finesse what I finish, been too raw with the rinse
She gonna text me now, I got her demands
I know what you want, I know why you why you back again
I been there before, sorry gotta pass
I'm the spark and nowadays addicted to the bag
Been distracted but I'm back
12-hour work shifts, riding like I'm OCD nothing is ever perfect
I'ma be on billboard soon, I don't gotta sell my soul
You can flex here anyway, we know you won't stay for long
I did this all by myself, put the time and put in work
Everybody asking how we doing, how we doing it
In the topic finally, I don't need no promo
I just post and kill it quietly, you already know though
50k on that first week, like wait that's graveshift
Floating up waitlists, I made the spot, no waitlists
I'ma be on billboard soon, I don't gotta sell my soul
You can flex here anyway, we know you won't stay for long
I did this all by myself, put the time and put in work
Everybody asking how we doing, how we doing it