Can’t Make This Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Antt did the track)
Yeah, All facts lil' n*gga, huh
What up, Antt?

[Verse]
Let a b*tch run my life is where you lost me
Me bein' a broke ass n*gga? Don't insult me, huh
Just left Golden Sun, and I got sparkly
Reggie baby spendin' dog sh*t, and Hutch like Starsky
Ran off wit' that firework, so I sparked 'em
Bullsh*t ass weed, that sh*t look just like Parsley
I'm a star with bucks, but I never made coffee
Keep a stick in my hand, but never went golfin', huh
Trust me, watch the n*ggas that you knew the longest
Now I'm on, all I really had to do was focus
It's two hundred on the dash, I used to do the focus
I'm a general, because I'm movin' soldiеrs
I made three-fifty in a week, like some Yeezy snеaks
You gotta report to your boss, how can we compete?
I just made a vegetarian come eat my meat
I was f*cked up, I used to just f*ckin' eat and sleep, huh
Layin' in bed, just countin' sheep
Fast forward to now, I'm paranoid, I can't go to bed
Told myself "f*ck countin' sheep, let me count this bread"
Told yo' wife "I don't wanna f*ck, let me get the head"
Net worth say it's fifty k on the net
How the f*ck is that? It's fifty k on my neck
I ain't playin chess, but I'm playin wit' a check
Disrespect my son, get yo' brains on yo' lap
Now it's twenty on yo' head, I put that on the set
You ain't boutta hurt my di*k, b*tch, get that pus*y wet
Let me f*ck, or you gon get cut off, b*tch, that's just that
Yeah b*tch, that's a promise, that is not a threat
[Outro]
My old heads used to be motherf*ckin' gator'd up
Now it's all Dior, I can't make this up
f*ck the small talk, let me pay to f*ck
f*ck friends, 'cause they all gon' turn into haters, huh