Haters are coming from everywhere, they can't fend me and I don't care, my stacks are blowing off the roof, and my hustle is ain't a roof.

I bought a K -pop and I'm on it, the realest there is and these boys don't know it, and what's cold is getting on this, that's why I don't know the girls listening to the lady's voice, please don't un -express, cause the girls ain't trying to hear it, all they want to hear is from me, and from the thing who's getting no amnesty.

It's my shine, these boys here have been cashed, and they never come back cause they know I'll last, I'm the only male in the girl's social sector, they only come for me, it's only me that gets it, meanwhile I trust boys, no mercy ever should come down on them, howling and retreating in the middle of their hustle, taking out the game, the only thing they remember is my name.

Painters are coming from everywhere, they can't fend me and I don't care, my stacks are blowing off the roof, and my hustle is ain't a roof.

I'm ready to have battles, challenges, withdraw, I'm locked on ice sheets, I can't thaw, out, I go unpaid with the competition of the streets, they don't make it, all I do all day is ballet, waiting for a class to come my way.

But these dudes realize, they all look more, all the other boys, they don't want none, I'm the top, I'm the green hand of the grass castle boys, big war with demons, saying it's too much hassle.

Sue Khalid, boy struggles ahead, they still getting handled, divorce and respect, they lose and go away, get all the same treatment, bruised and battered, their heads pointed to the cement, they go serving in the offset, for stepping in the square with the men.

Painters are coming from everywhere, they can't fend me and I don't care, my stacks are blowing off the roof, and my hustle is ain't a roof.

Painters are coming from everywhere, they can't fend me and I don't care, my stacks are blowing off the roof, and my hustle is ain't a roof.

Painters are coming from everywhere, they can't fend me and I don't care, my stacks are blowing off the roof, and my hustle is ain't a roof.

Painters are coming from everywhere, they can't fend me and I don't care, my stacks are blowing off the roof, and my hustle is ain't a roof.