I rap with a passion
I'm the reason why these niggas is rapping
Tryna take the cloth down and get thrown in the traffic
And we throwing the money like a football in madden
Got a bad bitch on my side like Jasmine With Aladdin
Off the top like a motherfucking bad mask
Ugly bitch gon ask me if I'ma bag that
All these niggas making all the fucking whack tracks
But everything I make a hit and they can't slap back
Everything about me real you can fact check it
Ebony bitch just cooking meals I got a black breakfast
Bitch you wasting all my time like how my dad said it
Anti-Santa 'cuz I don't fuck with your raps get it
Say you will say the word and I'll forget about it
Everybody wanna win but don't do shit about it
Niggas see going up and throw a fit about it
Don't be doing all that talking you won't hit about it
Listen
I said lemme make it clear
Every time I drop a tape it's album of the year
He was talking all that talk but we found him in a chair
I'm a evil ass nigga I just need me a lair
Drop in the summer so I can cause some mayhem
White bitches using spray tans
I'm still using name brands
I don't got no fake friends
My money got some gray strands
No bitch I'm not finna shake hands
Beating beats until I break hands
Future superstar in the making
I don't gotta pull her I just tell her that I'm famous
Shouldn't have to say it but the face don't match the payments
Hit the jackpot I guess I'm finna move to Vegas
Damn
Ain't made a mill but I'm heading for it
I'm finna run up on the green like we was checking forest
Couple niggas hit my line like can you send a chorus
Bad boy with the smith I feel like Martin Lawrence
Old pictures got me thinking about some past shit
Lot of friends, I cut them off I'm at my last bit
Any nigga setting records bet I'll pass it
Dropped a classic I ain't worried bout no smash hit
