What You Say

The kisses of the sun Were sweet, I didn't blink I let it in my eyes Like an exotic trend The radio playing songs That I have never heard I don't know what to say Oh, not another word Just, La la la la It doesn't matter what you say La la la la It doesn't matter what you say La la la la It doesn't matter what you say La la la la It doesn't matter what you say It doesn't matter what you mumbling Think you're a quarterback Till you fumbling Money never crumbling My weed only get grinding, man Nigga, this ain't dip set But we'll make your set dip Know niggas in Crip-set But I never set trip Yeah, I repped thug life Brainwashed by Makavel Everybody eating good Fuck that, rather be eating well Everybody in the hood Or they sitting in a cell Rather be beach housing Smoking weed from 3000 miles Miles across the country Five star restaurants for munchies These niggas know I'm not faking I got my cake from the internet Ask me how I do it I just tell them keep your faith in that Bitches only want me just to fuck me And smoke all my weed You can never catch me in this lead Rapping lightning McQueen I heard you talking bout me My PR need a raise So keep talking bout me And Google my name Fuck chasing the fame And I'm counting my change Talk that, better back that I ain't talking bout a hat, but you'll snap back I ain't tied to that bitch, you can have that Before you fuck my bitch Where the cash at? Yea, the hooligans Out of school again Start a riot in the hood, It's what we do it again Lame ass nigga, can't understand? Can't teach a weak mind how to be a man Made my career with my own plans Smoke a pound to the chest like a caveman Talking all that shit about me Hoping your words will fuck me up Type to see a nigga fall Wouldn't even help that nigga up Luckily that nigga ain't me And I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk 3 And all them niggas that was hating on me Seem to put their cake upon me Think them niggas caught the vapors That's a contagious disease And I'm balling like a laker When we up in the lead Sunroof for the breeze Finger to my enemies Welcome to Dexter's laboratory, I'm mixing up I run with killers, I can't even blog my niggas So start up rumors They should've started sooner So we can talk about me, make my money newer