I hate it when they go there

Don't look at me like go where

Think you **** know where

Oh you know me so well

Can't fade like a barber leave your ass with no hair

If you need I can paint a picture make it so clear

I got money on my mind

Plus my fam on the line

I got hoes on my nerves

I got fans on the rise

I got drinks on the rocks

And some snakes in disguise

I got you in my way can you please step aside

And make way for the chosen one

I swear it's only right you **** owe me one

Battling myself in my mind I'm not the only one

Of my mom kids though I'm the oldest one

Guess you can assume I'm the coldest one

My 9-5 where I'm writing the most of my verses

Go figure swear its only write cause I'm posed to be working

I'm overly certain expressing myself in these lyrics not an emotional person

Might crack a joke when I'm nervous

Never worried bout what he say

Tryna win the sweepstakes

Bout to have my cake and eat it too like it's my bday

This game about balance only real gone remain

Need I remind you I been up the last 3 days

Took enough shots to know why they call it pregame

Cause I'm still just getting started

I'm still on the run and I'm still committing arson

You steal all my flows that's grand larceny

Don't bother me my number one policy

In the colosseum calling seeing who respond to me

Line busy if you tryna see who going hard as me

I can't accept no more apologies

I hate it when they go there

Don't look at me like go where

Think you **** know where

Oh you know me so well

Can't fade like a barber leave your ass with no hair

If you need I can paint a picture make it so clear

I got money on my mind

Plus my fam on the line

I got hoes on my nerves

I got fans on the rise

I got drinks on the rocks

And some snakes in disguise

I got you in my way can you please step aside

Cause if our paths cross **** I'm leaving you in the dust

Been smelling like success and money that shits a must

Never pass up on a session that shit give me a rush

My competition sucks

Don't even call these **** my competition hang up

And find a new batch

Writer's strike in Hollywood ain't know them **** do rap

Like a bitch that's fresh out surgery I got some new racks

The lies on they songs don't hold the same weight that the truth has

I got the drive in me

60 miles plus to spark the right rhymes in me

Double M just lit a motherfuckin' fire in me

Now I got all of the heat boy like I'm Jimmy

I hate it when they go there

Don't look at me like go where

Think you **** know where

Oh you know me so well

Can't fade like a barber leave your ass with no hair

If you need I can paint a picture make it so clear

I got money on my mind

Plus my fam on the line

I got hoes on my nerves

I got fans on the rise

I got drinks on the rocks

And some snakes in disguise

I got you in my way can you please step aside