Three, Aye, alot of people aint gon like this right here, nope

You already know I gotta get this shit up off my chest though you know what i'm sayin

Right off the rip you know I’m snappin

These fake ass hoes and these **** steady be cappin

Hating on the low, bih but you know where I’m at

Posted in the trap , while my brother catch his zaps

All that yappin ah get u whacked, bet not come without yo gack

When you speak it, gotta speak nothing but facts hoe

Well tell the truth I put myself on the map tho

What's it gon take for you to respect me more than that hoe

I’m loved everywhere I’m at, no matter where I go

Naw I ain’t no killa but don’t push me ,

They think bc I’m singing in my songs that I’m pussy,

U ain’t dealin wit no rookie, boss Bytch like cookie,

Dem Hataz say they comin for me dawg I’m still looking,

When i play, i play for keeps, ain’t no take backs,

I don took too many losses had to shake back,

They laughed at me like a joke, i had to face that,

Swallow my pride hell yea i had to take that,

But fuk em i made it ,

Hop out the coupe, Bytch I’m hotter than a bowl of soup,

U **** a fluke, always hollin bout wut u gon do,

Wut u gon do, me and u know we act a fool,

Bussin a U in the middle of the traffic dude,

Don’t Giva fuck about em,

Remember when they doubted,

Then Have the nerve to walk around like i couldnt live without em ,.....

I was stressed as fuck,

Thought about giving up,

I felt like i was stuck,

Down on my luck ,

Mama told me not to trust too many in these streets,

They wana compete, but im jus out here tryna eat,

Fuk a rap beef, and if that means i gota shoot it out,

They’ll be screamin Que3 when i Rest In Peace ,

Everybody ain’t cut from the same cloth,

Had to learn dat shyt the hard way

And boy it costs,

Pays the cost to be the boss, I’m goin all out,

I’m from the dirty south,

Where dem put them golds in they mouth,

Bad Bytch now she be,

In that mustang or that Sebring,

She a bad gurl like RiRi,

And she get money like Ling Ling,

Ding Ding I’m takin over,

Ima wake Em like a cup of folders,

Stack ya money then boss up,

U don’t know wut it cost us,.......

Takin losses after losses man that shyt was krazy,

I had to get up off my ass and be more creative,

Was doin bad dawg,

And Wuts really sad dawg,

Shyt my family was the only ones i had dawg,