| Lyrics | OK I'M ON I'M IN IT , GOT RAPPERS ALL UP IN THEIR FEELINGS
ASKED FOR A FEATURE I TOLD HIM THE PRICE AND HE GOT ALL PISSED , IT'S BUSINESS
I DO NOT RAP WITH BEGINNERS
EAT ALL THESE LAMES FOR DINNER
THEN I GO HAVE THE LEAN FOR DESSERT, GOD DAMMIT THE BOY A SINNER
I'M WIT MY WOES THE STUDIO SET UP WE CALLING THE SHOTS AND WE BRING THE HEAT
WEED GOT ME FLYER THAN PETER PAN I SMOKE IT THEN I TAKE A SIP OF LEAN
DOWNIN MY CUP FEELIN NUMB I LOOK LIKE I'M SICK , THE BOI IS FOREVER GEEKED
SHE ONLY CAME FOR D , I HIT IT I GOT IT DECEASED
PULL UP I'M DRIPPIN IN BLUE , YOU THE SON OF THE SOIL I'M THE SON OF THE SEA
IF THESE NIGGAS WANT THE BEEF THEY CAN COME WITH THE STEAK I JUST WANT THE CHEESE
LOOK AT ME CAUSING A SCENE I GET ON THE MIC AND I KILL THE BEAT
YOU CANNOT PLAY WITH ME , I'M UP AND I'M OUTTA YOUR LEAGUE
THESE NIGGAS DOUBTED THE BOI , THEY SEE WHERE I'M AT NOW THEY WANNA CALL
YOU CANNOT ASK FOR SHIT FOR FREE WHEN A YUNG NIGGA GOTTA BALL
I STILL BE REACHING THESE HEIGHTS , IT'S PROLLY THE REASON I'M WALKING TALL
I DO NOT CLAIM FOR SHIT , I SAY WHAT I SAY AND I WALK THE TALK
DAMMIT THIS SHIT IS A LOT , CAN'T BELIEVE ALL OF EM WANT THE BOI TO FALL
BUT I HAD A PLAN I DREW ALL OF THAT SHIT THEN I KILL EM AND BARRYMORE
JEALOUS OF ME CAUSE I MAKE IT SOUND EASY AND THAT SHIT BE HURTING MORE
BUT I WOULD BE MAD AT ME TOO , I MEAN LOOK YOU VERY LOST
TYPA SHIT YOU PLAY FOR THEM HATERS A BIT AND THEN YOU PAUSE
TELL EM ABOUT IT LOOK DEEP IN THEIR EYES AND SAY I GOT NO REMORSE
AFTER YOU TELL EM THEN PLAY IT AGAIN I SWEAR THEY GONN FOLLOW WITH FORCE
YUNG NIGGA NEVER CAUGHT SLIPPIN , I WALK LIKE A PIMP AND I GRAB THE BALLS
SHAWTY A THOT , IF THAT NIGGA MAD ABOUT HER THEN I'M THE CAUSE
I NEVER FUMBLE AND TAKE A LOSS , THESE BITCHES KNOW WHO THE BOSS
I SPEED UP I GOT THE NOS
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