[Intro: BMK Baby]
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[Verse 1: BMK Baby]
Man growing up I never had a lot to offer
My parents kept us warm no riches yet was living proper
No private jets vacations like the rest felt like a lost soul
Bitches they be bonkers man for real they like collapse hoes (yeah)
My treasure love the pressure that they putting on me
So independent guess they love me when I hop on them beats
This shit for real man such a blessing fuck that life on the streets
I love the smile up on my parents when they see me on stage
And I be ugly I don’t know why girls be calling me bae
I mean don’t mind it but it’s funny I wish you could relate
I’m getting money for my parents I wanna cop the house
See they smile up on they faces say my work been payin out
I know one day I’ll be on tour with all my homies flying out
Poppin bottles of success n***a
Dreaming of that jet n***a
Going at it crazy gotta work for all my checks yeah
Need a shorty by my side but shorties always cause a mess yeah
So now I’m staying focused help my pops pay off the debt yeah
Man thank god for these blessings yougins finally getting checks yeah
(haha, yeah, it goes like this, listen)

[Chorus: Venice]
You gotta keep it lowkey, working doubles for me
No don’t keep drowning on your own
You know your mommas on the phone
Don’t want that late night call, don’t gotta be
Don’t gotta be the only one who’s got troubles, got struggles
You gotta work with what you got and stay humble
I know I know it's an ongoing fight
But look to your right and it's gonna be alright
You know you got you, you got me
Let's work together and get through this peace
[Verse 2: BMK Baby]
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I been getting blessings and some blessings and on top of that Been smoking on some herb and writin lessons ain’t no topping that
These people say they love me treat me like a college running back
Ain’t want a normal life ain’t never ever going back to that
Amazing grace I love you Jesus thank you for the jit
Dancing 'round with all my homies vibing drinkin and some shit
I love this rappin shit forever say they grateful for the kid
And now some random girls be texting always asking for a kiss

[Verse 3: BMK Baby]
Last verse I be thankful, ain't a holiday I'm grateful
God been blessing me for real I got a skill to rhyme on paper
Man it’s cool cause I never picture myself writing a hit
They use to laugh at baby now the same people ask for a pic
Yeah I gotta stay humble never caring only hustle
I’m a real nice kid pursuing dreams yeah that’s the hustle
Skinny boy they say I’m special I ain’t ever had the muscle
Skinny boy they say I’m special I ain’t ever had the muscle

[Chorus: Venice]
You gotta keep it lowkey, working doubles for me
No don’t keep drowning on your own
You know your mommas on the phone
Don’t want that late night call, don’t gotta be
Don’t gotta be the only one who’s got troubles, got struggles
You gotta work with what you got and stay humble
I know I know it's an ongoing fight
But look to your right and it's gonna be alright
You know you got you, you got me
Let's work together and get through this peace
[Chorus: (repeated)]
You gotta keep it lowkey, working doubles for me
No don’t keep drowning on your own
You know your mommas on the phone
Don’t want that late night call, don’t gotta be
Don’t gotta be the only one who’s got troubles, got struggles
You gotta work with what you got and stay humble
I know I know it's an ongoing fight
But look to your right and it's gonna be alright
You know you got you, you got me
Let's work together and get through this peace