[Intro]
Can’t no rapper put fear no in my heart
It was never really there from the start yeah yeah yeah
And I don’t know who really cares anymore
Paranoid you wasn't here from the start Yeah yeah
Stuck high don’t think I’m landing no more
I just hope that you can’t stand me no more yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
When sh*t got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me
Now everybody wanna sign me wanna franchise me
I’m on the type of sh*t to make her man fight me
Im in your girlfriend phone saved as scam likely
Never tapped out b*tch im tapped in
Rackman, dog im all in shorty dome like a cat scan
I could get it for the low but I tax fam
Play your cards right, I’m never on my last hand b*tch
Motherf*cka’s claim they hate me and they never see me
f*ck em dog I'm getting feticini till they rest in peace me
She always saying she gonna leave but she don’t ever leave me
New b*tch up in magazines but she could never read me
Yeah
And Why you mad dog tell me what I do to you yeah
Do to you yeah (Why you mad?)
And anytime its that call
Baby I got two for you yeah two for you yeah
I don’t get enough rest
I been f*cking up checks
This a f*cking gut check
f*ck who getting upset
Don’t know where the love at
I don’t even want that
I motherf*ckin' dub that f*ck that
Momma always told me ever since a kid was a prophet
I need them checks to deposit
I need what’s fronted and extra and then the rest of the profit
Im like obsessed with the concept
Of bringing stress to your noggin
Think I perfected the process pus*y I
Get higher than Mariah notes the sh*t could be scary
Smoking pounds, a five bills the only nick that I carry
b*tch I want the whole pie I ain't thinking of sharing
And I don’t think no one is f*cking with me think its apparent
Wheres your favorite rapper point em, void account
I'll pull his f*cking card like a debit, no debate he should credit
Me as a great I don’t get it
Im where your whole style came from
I know they mad that we came up
Its like we asking to stain us yeah
[Verse 2]
Huey baby I be doing 80
Do 100's I got tickets I ain't paid in months and
I be all up in your city like a crazy bum and
My blood homie told me tell em that’s the way we bumin'
I be crazy blunted crashing the Mercedes front and
Trash the Jamie cup and tell the cops there was a lady coming
Hoes text me from a number I ain't save in months and
I won’t ever save a hoe b*tch I ain't saving nothing
Im a f*cking villain higher than the f*cking ceiling yeah
Motherf*ck your feelings b*tch I need 100 million yeah
I heard all they music I don’t f*cking feel em
I know how it feels to f*cking wish you wasn’t living
And still be the goat
Billy the flow, I mean bully the flow
She go at my neck but I c*m In her throat
Im like the flash b*tch I run it the most
I dropped my ex and I carried the coast
You dropped a tape but sh*t nobody knows
You tagging everyone nobody post
You having shows but sh*t nobody goes
f*ck that sh*t, Im from where they tuck that clip
Im from where they tuck that chain cause they’ll run that sh*t
I don’t ever run that’s b*tch, All I do run that play and I run laps b*tch
You know what time it is
Check the thermometer im like the hottest sh*t
These rapper hate me but I don’t acknowledge it
You not a opp and sh*t you just anonymous yeah
My new b*tch Italian and she give the sloppiest
We on some sam and some Ronnie sh*t
She always fighting about a b*tch
I need a bottom b*tch
I need a lot of sh*t
I need a lot of checks
I took a lot of sh*t
Promise that ima flex
b*tch