I spit poetry, but this ain't a poem

You grown, I can't imagine what you go through at home

****, the bills is late, the fridge is hit

**** is broke, but outside, they think you lit

I sleep like a newborn when I'm not working

I buy a house, so go buy my bitch another Birkin

Tell the flight attendant to close the curtain

We'll talk later, I'm home before you even get your bags, you hater

Your opinion don't matter, my pockets got fatter

And you still telling lies to me

I got that lyrical rifle out the window

I'm aimin' it at you rappers, like who the fuck is it gonna be?

Click click pow

Don Don, how you like me now?

I'm hot, tell your bitch to come ice me down

You're a headache, your flow's pathetic

This that ultra magnetic

For them MC's that don't get they credit

I wish these **** would act they age

They dying, they moms go and do a Fund Me page

Fish fries and T-shirts, tryna raise money

No life insurance, these lil **** is funny

Fuck making it rain, you can't pay the mortgage with a gold chain

Hundred **** with you, not one brain

It's insane

That right from wrong, hanging out with each other, motherfuckers they barely get along

But I ain't here to preach, I be schooling ****, but I ain't here to teach

I just put it out and let it reach where it reach

Career's great, we done made like fifty million each

Motherfucker