Sick of labels tryna trick me out my dough

If it ain't got five zeros take that bullshit paper home

Put it in an envelope

Send it to a broke joe i know a couple guys that love to talk about their postcodeee

No you ain't seen this typa shit before

I got presidents say they tryna see me hit record

No I ain't decor I'm the whole fucking floor bitch

Without me this house is falling down

Gimme more bitch

Gimme that tour, huh

You ain't seen a whole crowd roar, huh

You see them bruddas on stage, huh

Don't lie that shits poor, huh

Wake up praise the lord I eat my fruit and then I talk

Getting rich off speaking shit and you can bet I'll speak it more

Talk that talk then walk it I make classics and abort it

I don't need your validation I been valid since I walked in

And they bought it, support it imma business man

If I bin this man, ain't no business plan

That's for fitness, wrote this in my litmus bag

Yeah I'm pissed pissed, seen that brudda bit this swag

But, you can't replicate on how I did it how I does it fuck it cousin if you want it then just say my name on it

Fuck the underground I got over other sounds

Frowned at the top

Then you dropped

Guess you under now

Undercover now (what)

That boy under bound (what)

That boy under under (what)

Guess he dug it down

Oh no, (what's that)

Here we go, imma talk my shit

(stop that) Hear me though

There's some vultures in this game and they been picking off our bones

Seem like everybody friends and it jiggy on this show (woah)

I been down for so long know them blessings pending got my manager mad at me cos the cash that I been spending

Get the bag and I handle it all the rest I'm manifesting I been championing this shit, how the fuck could I be Questioned when I'm destined from the moment that I started woah woah woah

City on the map but where's the artists (woah woah woah)

Time to separate and get departed (woah woah woah)

If no one get it lit then imma spark it (woah woah)

Might as well be a target if I mark and I hit you on that red dot, headshot

Body a pussy rapper that's a dead thot

Dead prof

Got your PR's head up on a swivel them man popping to the top, then forget that they can fizzle

Pocket watching penny pinching bitches

This ain't the 1940's get up out your feelings

I love a shawty with a vision and a business

Real independent, real woman, (real women)

They gone say I'm rude, not amused, I don't give a fuck

Tryna cop a view, baby boo, throw those titties up

Need that litty love I'm tryna turn the city up, I never had time for wifing shit my life get way too busy huh

Oh you thought I was quick lick (what the fuck)

Baby don't know I'm a misfit (what the fuck)

I don't trust nobody in this, that's why you been dismissed, she be like (what the fuck)

What the fuck my tough love your tough luck why you think I'd blow that bag on your (huh)

Tryna inflate your face where's your gums

Don't complicate our path get your funds