Yeah uh uh yeah uh uh yeah
I work for my motherf*ckin sh*t
Yeah uh uh yeah uh uh yeah
I make 'em feel my madness
Just seen you slippin of the list
Got my timbs on for the grip
You don't got what i got b*tch
Not the same resources
I put on all these lil b*tches
They already know when i got the riches
I'm the same age as jesus
When he learned these n*ggas ain't really see us
You pulled the trigger early on your f*ckin jug
Now you can not ever do it like
b*tch i move smooth i create breeze
You are not new, you are not me
I don't think they get revolutionary
You think it's funny
Boy you is nothing
And you could never take it from me
Famous addonis
Pay me the homage
I don't need your friends
I need your fans
Yeah uh uh yeah uh uh yeah
I work for my motherf*ckin sh*t
Yeah uh uh yeah uh uh yeah
Everybody feel the madness
I just seen you slippin of the list
I got my timbs on for the grip
You don't got what i got b*tch
Not the same resources