Correction Paroles Don’t Miss par Bazanji

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Aye, when I shoot my shot I don't miss, yeah (Yeah)
I’m too lit, yeah (Yeah)
And my time is all I got
Put a Rolex on my wrist, yeah (Wrist)
I'm in the mix, yeah (Hah)
Everything hits, yeah (Hits)
I'm getting’ rich, yeah
When I shoot my shot I don't miss, yeah (Yeah)
I'm too lit, yeah (Yeah)
And my time is all I got
Put a Rolex on my wrist, yeah (Aye)
I'm in the mix, yeah (What?)
Everything hits, yeah (Woah)
Ain't about the dollars
It don't make no sense, yeah (Yeah)

My main chick is the finest
Side chick got a sidekick
I been rackin' up mileage
Never closing my еye lids
See my dreams with my eyеs open
Got a view some would die for it
Not the type to go lie for it
I've been better off keeping all of my W’s to myself now
Lotta people wanna get inside of my shoes, but they’d have a meltdown
Yeah this life is not easy (Easy)
Paranoia start creepin' (Creepin’)
One day you got everything and the next day it's all leavin' (Leavin')
I know that I signed up for this
Had to make a new bucket list
Seen the world like two times and I’m ‘bout to plan out another trip
Got the Porsche but I'm ‘bout to go cop another whip
Lotta blessings been coming in
Praying this won't ever end

When I shoot my shot I don't miss, yeah (Yeah)
I'm too lit, yeah (Yeah)
And my time is all I got
Put a Rolex on my wrist, yeah (Wrist)
I'm in the mix, yeah (Hah)
Everything hits, yeah (Hits)
I'm getting' rich, yeah
When I shoot my shot I don't miss, yeah (Yeah)
I'm too lit, yeah (Yeah)
And my time is all I got
Put a Rolex on my wrist, yeah (Aye)
I'm in the mix, yeah (What?)
Everything hits, yeah (Woah)
Ain't about the dollars
It don't make no sense, yeah (Yeah)
Feels like everybody watching
808 got the ba** knockin'
Taking L's that's not an option
Now I gotta go get it poppin'
No stylist, I do the shopping
Picture perfect don't do the cropping
Tinted windows for when I hop in
I done seen all the brightest lights come out and shine in the darkest times (Yuh)
And I been tryna find some peace of mind in this life of mine
Scary thoughts get amplified
Better days get minimized
Everybody tryna give advice
Years later they come back and they criticize, I know
I'm made for this, I'm well equipped
Ten years I stayed down and I built for this
Too hungry, I'd kill for this
Lately I been eating all the fruits of my own labor
It's not artificially flavored, nah

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