Muscotti - Release Day Lyrics

I can't make no more mistakes, I gotta put in work
Yeah I finally got a job that pays me close to what I'm worth
At least I'm gettin' paid so I'ma try to fill the purse
So I'm grindin' everyday and at night I'm killin' verses
But I gotta pay attention and make sure that every word
That I put down on a page is perfect, startin' with the first
Cause critics are the worst, they get on my nerves
They ain't never made no music but now their judging yours
And people love to talk about how you been their favorite
But when release day comes you ain't even in their playlist
And they still hit you up, and the bullshit they be sayin' is like
"Bro make sure you don't forget me when you're famous"
Like are you dumb as shit? It makes me fuckin' sick
I put so much into this and you act like a bitch
Just wait til I get rich and that money make me switch
And turn me to a fuckin' asshole and you're first on my list

Cause this shit gettin' lit
I did a feature with
An artist who has music that be reachin' millions
Would you like to change your mind
And start from the beginning
Yeah we started on the wrong foot
And this a race I'm winning

Let's go get it
Money stacked to the ceiling
Yeah this lifestyle ain't cheap
But my wallet body building
Now they all tryna be friendly
Pants sag like I'm skinny
I need a new belt
Do I want Fendi or Givenchy
I want Gucci, Louie, Prada
Beamers, Benz, and Bentley
Money, money, money
Now keep that line repeatin'

I'ma get it whether you like it or not
You can try to ride my wave just not on my yacht

Like boy get off my boat
You and all your friends
You finna get choked
I'm only gonna count to 10
I'ma need a rope
Tie a noose quick
Wrap it 'round your throat
We boutta tie up loose ends

Cause I don't have no time for you and all this fuckin' foolery
I'm tryna stack this bread and find myself and opportunity
To get the kind of money I can give to my community
And live good until the day somebody read my eulogy

And leave a legacy, I try to be a better me
But I can't help but wild out when someone owe a debt to me
People love you when you die, and all my haters dead to me
I've always loved my haters, cause they bring out the best in me
It's like they testin' me but I brought in the recipe
To wreck a beat with melodies, they bookin' me with felonies
Mass murderin' instrumentals
To keep it simple, I can do this shit without a pencil
Straight off the mental
And that makes em nervous
They tried to lock me up to keep me from my purpose
But that ain't workin'
No, no, that ain't workin'
Until the day I die I never close the curtains
And that I'm certain