Lately I been on my f**k it shit
It's no competition who f**king with me
This rap shit I run it
I'm blowing this money
These 50s and 100s ain't nothing to me
I want the royalty I want the loyalty
Putting up money for lawyer fee's
'Cause I know me man I got abad temper
Put all these rap nigga's right in ablender
Pnb I'm the one they'll always remember
'Cause I be killing shit
I spit the realest shit
'Cause I done did this shit
I'm on that different shit
Got me on my shit these nigga's feeling shit
I been feeling like tupac and shit
All eyes on me yeah they watching shit
Study my moves tryna see what I do
Like how the f**k he get so popping quick
Got a lot of shit that's on ma mind
Got a lot of shit that's on ma plate
Gotta feed the fam gotta feed the hood
So I'm up and down that inner state
Doing shows having different meetings
In the studio I been barely sleeping
Smoking all this dough I been barely eating
In a different city every f**king weekend
Heyy
I'm ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
I go in thebooth and make it happen
It's amazing how this shit
Just happens finessing tracks without no f**king practice
Lately I been in thebooth and I cook up a hit
I'm rolling I really can't miss
Thesebitches all on ma d**k 'cause they know
I'm bouttabe rich
I'm bouttabe rich
I'm bouttabe rich
Blowing money on stupid shit
Me and my nigga's strapped up in the ring top
We all on that roofing shit
Bitches I'm picking and choosing shit
I'm hangingbitches in 2's and shit
I swear my life on some movie shit
Boutta call top up to shoot the shit
Damn
Aye chop get the mother f**king camera's ready
We finna make a movie n***a
Where my mother f**king dough man roll that shit up
Ayee heyy
Cash rules every thing around me
So you know I get that thing around
Real nigga's yeah they stay around me
F**k nigga's stay the f**k around me
Hey
I'm boutta go to miami
Cop a new lay for the grammy
I'm cashing out with my family
F**k you you ain't with the family
When I come through youbetter cuff
Yabitch
'Cause I'm the type of n***a that'll f**k yabitch
Sing to the p***y do ma thing to the p***y
And we can get into some other shit
Got guns got clips sewed up and shit
This for all the p***y nigga's on that talking shit
Got damn lil homie why you Love thebitch
You gon die for the p***y well f**k It then
Got the mac with the rubber grit
That mean it ain't no more rumbling
He gon come through and start cutting shit
Plus we got cav in the gut and shit
Damn
