Talk About Me

(Dot Da Genius, baby) What the fuck do these people know about me? (Mhm) Everybody on the block talk about me (mhm) Way back in the day, you used to doubt me (what?) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me (mhm) What the fuck do these people know about me? (Mhm) Everybody on the block talk about me (mhm) Way back in the day, you used to doubt me (what?) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me Got your, got your boy feelin' like I'm fat Gucci (brr) Feds wanna do me, hoes-hoes wanna sue me (yuh) If you get some money, better bring it back to me (yeah) Everybody on the web actin' like they knew me (woo) Never was a new me (nah), I'm just rockin' new shit Dress like I serve an eight-ball, no pool stick (yeah) And my record clean, so I never do shit Denzel an animal, yeah, I'm on my Zuu shit Fuu shit, never could fly, dress like a chicken that's ready to fry Curry The Killer, the nigga be I, take you for a ride Cop a black on black hovercraft that float Or I pull up in a Phantom like Kids See Ghosts, uh (yeah) What the fuck do these people know about me? (Uh, uh) Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah) Way back in the day, you used to doubt me (uh, uh) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me (yeah) What the fuck do these people know about me? (Uh, uh) Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah) Way back in the day, you used to doubt me (uh, uh, um) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me (yeah) Women catchin' feelings, say they wanna have my children (uh-huh) Poppin' for the weekend, and I'm bouncin' off the ceilin' In the tree, got me down under play with the madness friend Got 'em, get 'em off the, I'm too faded, faded often (yeah) Realest niggas, yeah, see it, let me hear it Been the illest, ask Dennis, we been on that bitch and with it, hey-hey Automatic (hey), nigga don't want no static Tried to tell him it was tragic, got that niggas in a panic and it (yuh) Too cold, twofold, watch me lean I'm too focused, yo, I keep a new goal, I'm livin' dreams (ha) Type of negro that'll go in rage mode, the evil creeps The Devil cannot hold a middle finger how it be (uh, yeah) What the fuck do these people know about me? (Uh, uh) Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah) Way back in the day, you used to doubt me (uh, uh) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me (yeah) What the fuck do these people know about me? (Uh, uh) Everybody on the block talk about me (yeah) Way back in the day, you used to doubt me (yeah, uh, uh, uh) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me (uh, look, yeah) Tell me what the fuck do people know about the bros? Bunch of pie flippin' niggas, they don't work at Dominos Take a slice out a nigga, delivery, not Digornio Dinner before the sundown, then I was out the front door Denim saggin', Girbaud, then I'm back in my mode Bet a motherfuckin' black got my back Anybody want a TEC? No Let's go when the night get lit and the lights get low When the light get shit but I might just go 'Cause I might just shift into crisis mode Slight glitch, but I'm 'bout to explode I'ma just go to where nobody knows me I'm in a Ghost, mm, maybe the Rolls Heard I was givin' up smoke, but double the dose (double the dose) I'm an adult, standin' on ten of my toes, stumble the roach I don't be doin' the most, but if you know, you know But what the fuck you know? Everybody on the block talk about me (Dot Da Genius, baby) Now that you see I'm on, you wanna out me