Fans don’t give a damn if I put 50 on my wrist

All I got to do is chop but I don’t make the hottest list

All Tha answers sound like fraud, what been coming outcha lips

Shoulda got an honest job

That’s on God, that’s on me, if you on fraud, SOB

Bless your heart, that’s on me,

Before I charge, SOB

Wicked (watch out!)

 

Bubble with the bee and get the honeycomb

I never seen it but I know dat money long

Heard dat if you study long you study wrong

It’s-not about a song, show ya my phone

I’ve been like the black sheep with the bleach so I’m light gray

I am in the hood **** don’t see me but wyoopee be like hey

I’m like a nuisance with a few clips so don’t google where I stay

Never confuse this with the blue shit cuz soowoo biz what I say

That’s all ignant **** woulda say

Did it wit smart ass dummies in duh way

I’ma a 6 figga **** wit dah pay

Will pull tha trigga but I’d rather pray yuh, yuh

Radio bitch say you gotta learn to write Hits, whatever you say yuh, yuh

Ima stay Krizz an you can stay rippin off a Label for duh pay yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh-I know how, I can just talk to em foul an get me a house with a view

**** is dummer den you **** is dummer den you, don’t know what to do but you gotta put food in your home

You could do it all alone if ya tryna get on in The city of angels can fly

you can get by,

Yeah wit the serpents it’s perfect the bands in ya hands and the fans

 

Don’t give a damn if I put 50 on my wrist

All I got to do is chop but I don’t make the hottest list

All Tha answers sound like fraud, what been coming outcha lips

Shoulda got an honest job but they don’t make me wanna exist

That’s on God, that’s on me, if you on fraud, SOB

Bless your heart, that’s on me,

Before I charge, SOB

Wicked

 

I am the one, yeah my aesthetics pathetic an look like I’m pregnant an shit

(But with a gun)

Headed to heaven or residence so I’ll see what I can get

(Lookin for fun)

Go get the medic to dead it they let it get where I can see

(Nothin get done)

So I’m-in-a crowd and it’s loud but I can’t hear nobody but me

 

Better

Shake it off told slow down,

don’t be holdin The fo pound up

You did it from the ground up

Take the gun from you head, know you so fed up

I don’t really got no case I don’t really got no face

All I know is you first or u last so I don’t really got no breaks

Don’t let me catch those vapors

I just been lookin for paper mache’

I don’t wanna pull no capers (on me), 223 nana clips were I lay

Ain’t no toilet paper.

(On me) boogie man he take it away

I guess I’ll see y’all later

(We’ll see)

S-not where you want me ta be and the fans

Don’t give a damn if I put 50 on my wrist

All I got to do is chop but I don’t make the hottest list

All Tha answers sound like fraud, what been coming outcha lips

Shoulda got an honest job but they don’t make me wanna exist

That’s on God, that’s on me, if you on fraud, SOB

Bless your heart, that’s on me,

Before I charge, SOB

Wicked

Shut up just shut up shut up

I’ma come up missin if you listen

Shut up just shut up shut up

I’ma come up missin if you listen