Can't Complain Prod. Contraband
Cash in pockets I got nothing to complain about
Back on my bullshit but that’s nothing to complain about
Next level music, I got nothing to complain about
That’s why I do it so there’s nothing to complain about
Wait… look mama I made it
I don’t understand why you’re still complaining
I get it you’re not a big fan of some of the words that I’ve been saying
I was the middle child always left out so I left and got famous
Daddy always hoped that you’d see
I have dreams that I need I’ll be something bigger you’ll see
Oh Dad please just hear me I wanna make you proud singing
I’m breathing fans screaming your approval’s all I’m needing
I know the life I chose ain’t exactly what y’all pictured
I know I wanted more than my brother and my sister
My heart will not get cold just my wrist iced out like winter
I hope that y’all won’t go cutting all ties off with scissors
Cash in pockets I got nothing to complain about
Back on my bullshit but that’s nothing to complain about
Next level music, I got nothing to complain about
That’s why I do it, so there’s nothing to complain about
Brother you have always been my inspiration
We were kids you loved your music now your dream is what I’m chasin
Wondering why you don’t sing anymore you’re better than me please don’t waste it
Big brother who I don’t see anymore we’ll be close again we just gotta be patient
Sister I’ve been fighting for you please don’t grow up to fast
Cause once you get old childhood’s gone all you can do is look back
I know that you’re still young and mom and dad been making you mad
But they still love you like I love you praying that you don’t forget that
I know the life I chose ain’t exactly what y’all pictured
I know I wanted more than my brother and my sister
My heart will not get cold just my wrist iced out like winter
I hope that y’all won’t go cutting all ties off with scissors
Cash in pockets I got nothing to complain about
Back on my bullshit but that’s nothing to complain about
Next level music, I got nothing to complain about
That’s why I do it, so there’s nothing to complain about
I can’t complain when my bars hitting like migraines
I can’t complain I can’t complain cause people screaming out my name
Y’all do complain while I abstain making music money like Steinway
I got the fame move out my way imma keep on making music living my way