Fuck what they all say

This gone be the wave to make em all fade

They gone see the chain and watchem all change

Pose to be ya homie but they all fake

Fuck what you call fame

Having hoes designer clothes still yall lame

Money don't make you real reveals flawed traits

I'm moving more strategic through these fraud games

Show em what's really happening

Staying on ya shit the hatins never really accurate

Came from a bowl of grits that shit was really nasty

And I ain't going back I switch to eating fish and salads

Yes this way more than rapping

Business suit with the Jeans

You'll never see me slackin

40 Glock with the beam

You gotta keep a ratchet

Bitches and **** will scheme

There ain't no cure for madness

Fuck what they all say

This gone be the wave to make em all fade

They gone see the chain and watchem all change

Pose to be ya homie but they all fake

Fuck what you call fame

Having hoes designer clothes still yall lame

Money don't make you real reveals flawed traits

I'm moving more strategic through these fraud games

Fuckem showem how ya really coming

No assumptions

Validation for comforts so redundant

Fuck the comments

I'm growing satisfying me

Not considering judgements of my vision that can't see

I'm not giving my all to fulfill a part of ya thought you feel is for me

Ill lead you right to the dark, you try to come put out the spark that was lit up for me

Every time shit would get hard leveled up on the confidence let the accomplishments teach that

Who ever you are that should be ya focus don't try complicating me

Cuz I'm like

Fuck what they all say

This gone be the wave to make em all fade

They gone see the chain and watchem all change

Pose to be ya homie but they all fake

Fuck what you call fame

Having hoes designer clothes still yall lame

Money don't make you real reveals flawed traits

I'm moving more strategic through these fraud games