In this introspective track, the artist reflects on his journey to fame, starting from his humble beginnings to his current success. He discusses the challenges he faced along the way, including substance abuse and the pressure to constantly earn more money. The repeated line about wanting to "grow up old and rich" suggests a desire for stability and longevity in an industry known for its volatility. The lyrics also touch on societal indifference towards personal struggles, highlighting the artist's feelings of isolation despite his fame. Yet, amidst these struggles, there is a strong sense of resilience and determination to overcome obstacles and continue striving for success. #Resilience #StruggleToSuccess #SocietalIndifference
Rush Hour
Lyrics
I give a fuck less and less everyday
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape
I started making money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space
Shit was so different in 2008
Growing pains, fill the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I don't complain
I'm just rambling
You want war, this N64 Blitz champion (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, brain damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be American
They tell me "Get yourself straight
How much more money can you make?"
I'm just tryna grow up old and rich
Maybe get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and rich
The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck around the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don't love ya
We was in the attic you could smell the weed
Bitches getting naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, giving generously
I thank the lord I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs
They tell me "Get yourself straight
How much more money can you make?"
I'm just tryna grow up old and rich
Maybe get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and rich
The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness
Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning
It's the baby face don dada checking in
And I want you to know
It ain't about complaining, it's about maintaining
You know what I'm talking about
Don't ever become content, because you will repent
You feel that, go get it
That's your life, go live it
Pass me Hennessy and my Grand Marnier
If you will
Writer(s): Jeremy Kulousek, Malcolm James McCormick, Zachary Raymond Vaughan, Eric Dan
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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