They be like "Who the fuck them brown boys pulling up like they up like they own the place?"

Oh shit, it's the 'yotes, everywhere I go they know my face

Girls tryna get me to sponsor them but, shit, I barely date

Take hoes to the hotel, kill the pussy like I'm Norman Bates

For heaven's sake, it feels like heaven on earth

That means it's hell in disguise 'cause seeking pleasure's a curse

To feel good is probably bad like giving money to church

A bunch of crooks using God so they can fatten they purse

But fuck it, he without sin shall cast the first stone

I used to keep rocks in my pocket so the fiends could get blown

Turn rocks into bread and keep a Mary Magdalene of my own

I hang with hookers and crooks like I'm Jesus Christ's clone

Blasphemy, shit, I got the audacity to be just who I think I am

So haters want to blast at me, I'm rappin' like I'm Cassidy in 2003

I'm a hustler, nobody hustle harder than me

Amen, hustle like ten men combined into one

So I expect the world to treat me like how they treated God's son

Crucify me, but no weapon shall prosper, go get your guns

Load them up and shoot me, and they'll ricochet on you bums

I'm bulletproof, my skin is made of Teflon, bitch

I see bullets flying at me, and I don't even flinch

I heard we livin' in the Matrix, shit I must be the glitch

You press my buttons, you'll be running like it's Ding Dong Ditch

I pull up like I own the place, I dip and I swerve

I'll probably never get the props I feel I really deserve

They be actin' like I ain't him, that shit get on my nerves

I'll probably never get the props I feel I really deserve

Address all of the gossip, I don't ever fuckin' care to

Y'all could never press me, like Jimmy Butler's hairdo

I'm doing cool shit, I ain't doin' what the squares do

I'ma break your heart girl, I'm just tryna prepare you

I been chillin' with the goons, I been posted with the gargoyles

Got to trade these narcos for some vitamins and fish oils

I don't want 'em in my circle if I think they disloyals

Come and join a winner girl, your man's life is in turmoil

Spent his last dime on OF subscriptions

At least my bag is hefty to support my addictions

Don't give me no advice, you ain't even a musician

If you was, I'm doin' better than you bitch, you oughta listen

You should be askin' me for help, polish up my champion belt

Y-O-T-E how it's spelt,I'm the shit that's what you smelt, ho

I had to get up out this hellhole

They see me skin glowin' acting like they can't tell though

I pull up like I own the place, I dip and I swerve

I'll probably never get the props I feel I really deserve

They be actin' like I ain't him, that shit get on my nerves

I'll probably never get the props I feel I really deserve