Hasty

What nigga says he's going to be a fucking rapper? Are you kidding me? That's how you're gonna fucking support your family? You don't got any subscribers on YouTube Are you fucking kidding me? You have no subscribers So how the fuck you gonna support a family- Hey-hey-hey, he has ten I remember days at my grandma's house Sleeping on the couch, whole fam' on the ground Dirty lil' bitch in the backtalk down But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out Got 'em all mad, get a bag, you broke I been off that, it's sad, you know? Seen you on the Gram', stand back, bitch pose I'm about to shoot a mag, click-clack, you vogue Said you don't need a scrub, that's why you a stank hoe I don't do the club, rather pull up to the bank, hoe You won't get a crumb from me, pockets on that Panko Shawty want the love, feeling up like it's the tank low Lame hoe, better lay low Looking like a peso, keeping it a banknote Better take notes, I been all about a bankroll Check the payroll, I'm an a-hole, but I ain't broke Lately, I been like, "Fuck you, pay me" Hate me all you want, bitch, go crazy Ladies all on my dick, too hasty Save me, all of them want my baby Daily motherfuckers talk fugazi, shady Talk shit? Bitch, 180 Face me, nothing you say gon' phase me Wake me when somebody don't betray me Long time comin' and I'm better than I ever been And I got my team on my back like a letterman They ain't wanna let him in Left me in the rain with the mic, something like I was a weatherman Running up the paper like the pacer Torn ripped Chuck Taylors, the fits tailored Treat a bitch like Tracer, never chase her Fuck the game, I could knock it up the way I'm puttin' in labor Now run it back one time I was down bad, but it runs in the bloodline Shoot it out back, think it's done, but it ducked by I would shout, "Dad" but nobody once come by Never been a tough guy, never sold work, 'cause I did it Yeah, I bust mine but got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide Bussing motherfuckers like a table when it's lunchtime So without rap, you would see me in the front lines I'm that motherfucker used to being in the background No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat-down Once was a rookie but got a bag now Hip-hop champ, need the belt like a bad child No time for bitches who wanna act out Or these motherfuckers befriendin' me for a handout What I need is when I look into that crowd To see your head bob like a bitch when I glance down I know you mad, I know you still want me back I know you keepin' them tabs on all of my raps That shit is pathetic in fact, that shit is embarrassin' Talk to your therapist, you and yo' mama can suck a fat hairy dick Where was the parenting? Choke on yo' arrogance Me and yo' money, there ain't no comparison Ha-ha-ha, yo Ah-hah-hah Fuck that n-