[Verse 1]
Unh!
I'm just trying to get it all day, n*gga
Till you biting ass n*ggas hope your jaw break, n*gga
My music, my music's alright, n*gga
So don't egg me on like an omelet, n*gga
Gun in my hand... looking at the 9' like I'm eight, n*gga
Thinking b*tches love me for my ambition
But really they just love me for my wallet (Wale), n*gga
That's my motto like quasi, n*gga
Got haters on my entrée, n*gga, I'm that n*gga
Stay with a Jay like 'Yonce, n*gga
Rap, I was born to do this like Ozzay, n*gga
Your girl want to give me her hot cakes, n*gga
I met her at a soiree, n*gga
Might bust on her hot face, n*gga
If her pus*y bald then she might get ate out like John Kate, n*gga
I be anywhere a pen and a pad is
Such a motherf*cker I probably got kids who don't know who they dad is
Well, I guess my name is Beez
You better get that sh*t down to a tee like you saying it backwards
Stay in your lane or get hit by this traffic
Man enough with the blabberin', back to stuntin'
I'm fly, I smoke, sh*t, I must be a dragon
All about my money, yeah, I stay Mr. Krabs-in'
I go hard, let's get that sh*t established
Pull up in a big body whip, it's your ass again
A trunk got 12s like 6th grade classes
Dropping sh*t easy like I just ate laxatives
I eat rappers, I just ate half of 'em
The sh*t I write go hard on accident
My pin game, one word, n*gga: insane
My flow could be cleaner if I had time to vacuum it
(Had time to vacuum it [3x])
[Verse2]
Man, I swear to God, I could do this all day, n*gga
My EP, did you peep it? It's the (shh!) like trying to keep a secret
Yes, I curse like a f*cking sailor, I don't give a f*ck, my n*gga
Just bleep it!
Suck my bleep, you mother-bleepers tweaking
Don't like my language? Blame my teacher!
(I ain't got no class, I be in the hallways, n*gga!
I'm just trying to make it up to God game, n*gga!)
Okay, n*gga
Before I start punching like prom dates, n*gga
Just know that all I do is win, so I don't know what an L is
Except Monte, n*gga
Save your games for the arcades, n*gga
I ain't no chef, but I sauté n*ggas
Let's be real like Ray Charles' fingers
I ball, I ball like Chauncey Billups
Mood Ontario, I'm finna kill 'em
219's in the motherf*cking building
My money's stacked to the motherf*cking rafters
LOL if you thought I was about to say "ceiling."
LOL if you thought I accept your forgiving
LOL at the people like, "Dude, stop spitting!"
Then what the f*ck I'm a do all day, n*gga?
Look at your bum ass all day, n*gga?!
I hate n*ggas, everything false through they teeth
I hate ninjas; I'm not me when I rap cause I hates n*ggas
Just kidding. Just f*cking kidding. Just motherf*cking kidding, n*gga
Funny how this lame n*gga spark our interest, flipping out like a gymnast
Goddamn, who is this?!
Sit on Google all day, n*gga
You'll see my music kills like Broadway, n*gga
[Outro]
(Ay, my n*gga, where you going? Ay, where you going? Ay?!)
Wrong way, n*gga