T.D.O.V. lyrics

I know that most of you n*ggas fake as f*ck
The reason that I can't hang wit ya
All of these dudes be hatin on us
But don't even know what they hatin for
Can't f*ck with none of you average bast*rds
See you I don't even say wassup
Talkin that sh*t but it hasn't happened
You better watch who you aimin for
Cuz sh*t is about to get dangerous
Just tryna get my paper up
But n*ggas they get in my way just stay in yo lane before I get angrier
Cuz I ain't wit that kiddish sh*t
Had to learn to stop hittin licks
Now I'm getting benefits and finna hit that dealership
b*tch my rhythm is intricate
When you spit it's a hit or miss
Take a look who you dealin wit
A n*gga strictly bout gettin rich
I need mo cuz I ain't got a lot
I could show you boys how to rock
Putting out this hot sh*t and a n*gga tryna sell it all till it's out of stock
A hustler so I might as well
Try and strengthen my clientele
Know they love what I'm tryna sell
You n*ggas actors like Seinfeld
Rappers feeding you n*ggas lies
I'm tryna open you n*ggas minds
So once you see that these n*ggas pies
You can't say that I didn't try
I spit this sh*t till I get it right
From the AM until it is night
And watch my back because n*ggas bite
I love myself I'm just livin life
They want me to do some political interviews
Industry full of subliminal criminals
n*ggas be talkin bout how they be doin this sh*t
But really these n*ggas is pitiful
What I say I can back it up
My word play is miraculous
These hoes steady be actin up
So I can't f*ck with no nasty sl*t
Got a main chick she gone get a ring
All star on a winnin team
Helps fulfill al my many needs
So I'll protect her by any means
Hook:
Running man*3
I'm finna stack up a hunnid bands
Competition I kill every one of them
Lyrics so hot that they bubblin
Runnin man*3
Yo sh*t can't stack you got rubber bands
I be spittin this sh*t so you understand
I be f*ckin sh*t up in the motherland