Guilty Pleasure lyrics

Intro:
I know what it is
Y'all motherf*ckers don't gotta tell me
I see you hatin' down there in your momma's basement
Eatin' your big ole bag o' Cheetos
Greasy ass fingers smashin' hateful sh*t into your keyboards
I know you're mad at me
But I love y'all motherf*ckers
I know you're jam this f*cking album
This your f*ckin' sh*t!
HA!

A-A-A-A-All these motherf*ckers wanna be like me
I'm having a grand ole f*ckin' time so come and get you a piece
You wanna try me motherf*cker yeah-well nothings for free
You gotta pay the f*ckin' price determinations the fee
Yeah all these newcomers try to copy my sh*t
I'm telling 'em f*ck it f*ck it suck it you're just not that legit
You cannot hang motherf*cker so just stick to your niche
You'll never do it like I do 'cause you're a boohoo ass b*tch
I'm going crazy, and circ*mstance is to blame, between these sleepless nights, working all goddamn day
Aw sh*t
Success has come with a price so when you're contemplating fame you should take my advice
Listen: You've gotta be yourself, you've got to break the mold, personalities are valuable
Every single day and every single night, jealous people will try to bring you down
Balls to the wall if you're a real OG
Hold it down go hard always stay b*tch-free
Never let a motherf*cker try to get in the way
And if they ever try to stop you slap 'em in the face
So mentally violent, this is a game you cannot win you couldn't handle all the sh*t I see and hear
So f*cking go
f*cking as*h*les and undeserving c*nts
Riding on a cloud of luck until that luck runs out
f*ck
Let me see you put it down
Hard work and dedication that's what makes an OG
Get the f*ck outta the game if you thought this sh*t was free
I got your b*tch in front of me and she be sucking this D
I give her an extra point she calls me Lord Referee
Banging down south but I can't guarantee
That I'll meet you in my city, but I'll hit you with the weed
Racks in the back seat, hoes on their knees
Saying I'm their guilty pleasure but their boyfriend hates me