Worked Up

It's been a long year 22 I'm only gon' say this once Yeah, yeah I was tired of getting slept on, always stepped on, but now I'm over it (yeah) Read is what you getting left on in my cellphone when I open it (uh) 22, I made the best songs, put my self on, and I know this shit (yeah) Tell these labels, "Get the F on" while I press on, I don't owe them shit (owe them shit, yeah) If I'm in the ring, we'll be done fast, beheading you rappers, a bloodbath While holding my dick, still pouring a fifth, the moment it clicks, better duck fast (Had to bust ass) so believe me when I say I don't give a fuck that Before I had horses, Nike's and Forces, I got around with a bus pass All of my idols are rivals to me and all of them are people I must pass And fool, it's ridiculous, I be indigenous, and you are not, so just stop capping You should be ticketed and be convicted with littering if it does not happen For all of the music you ever put out, 'cause all that I hear is you drop trash, and I will expose you, just like these other guys' stories I found gaps in If I hear you telling anyone otherwise, knowing damn well you are not spazzing Rapping and bull-shitting 'bout a whole bunch of shit that really does not happen You ain't do shit when the lights flashing, you duck in the seat 'til the cop passing I promised I wasn't gon' get angry, but I mean, I'm not angry, I'm just worked up You know, at this point it's just like I've heard all I needed to hear You all are done Any single fan you thought that you had, you had better tell them you been living a lie No, homie, I am not kidding, bitch, I am finna bring out what's been hidden inside I pray to God you get found by a label just so they could sign you and sit you aside Nothing but tens will get in the ride, she fell in love soon as I slid it inside Only three things that I need are pussy, money, and the weed, that's all the amenities I do rap, I do rock, I could sing, so I'm better than 90 percent of these Rappers and singers that's all gonna fade, but I'ma get paid for infinity (yeah) I promise, as long as I breathe, I won't ever leave, I'll never vacate the vicinity (uh-uh) I'm 'bout to make an example out any rapper who might try to attempt this (yeah) I don't need no ammo to put your head up on a mantle, I'm knocking you senseless (uh) Feeling like Rambo, fighting off all of the haters that slide in my mentions (bitch) Grit the enamel while biting your tongue if you ever wan' pry in my business Whole gang with me, ain't a thang, bitch, we in the sprinter van like we be hunting a mystery You'd get your feelings hurt if you seen all of the DMs your girlfriend be sending me And if you have a career, I wouldn't ever recommend running into me I'll do in a decade what you couldn't even imagine would happen in centuries I mean, people can compare me all they want, that's fine But at the end of the day there's no denying what I've done I mean, what I just did, what I'm 'bout to do