Fuck a bad bitch, need a bitch to keep it real with me

You be on that weird shit, **** can't chill with me

Made a whole lot, need more, talkin' two-fifty

If the **** knew what I knew, he'd be too shitty

If a **** do what I do, he'd be too litty

Dumb ****, 'posed to be ahead, it ain't no help for ya

Tell ya' right now, try me, gon' be hell for ya

Ask yourself, is it really worth goin' to hell for

They cannot fuck with me

I just be runnin' it, I be controllin' shit (yeah, yeah)

No, I do not have no help for you ****, should already know this shit (nah, nah)

I just sit back and I notice shit

Yeah, I just be playing my role, they don't know that shit

They up on my dick everyday, told 'em hold that shit

I handle the business, you never could close this shit

They don't know the work I was putting in late night

Tryna stay patient, everything in life take time

I ain't finna let a lil' pussy **** take mine

No, you ain't shit, get your info from the grapevine

No, you ain't shit, it's a fuckin' clear as day sign

**** really talkin, I'm just knowing how to make rhymes

I been on my own, for a muhfuckin' long time

Every time I think it's my turn, it's the wrong time

I know every time they lie to me, but I don't lie

You could break me down to the ground and I won't cry

Say what you want about me, but can't say I don't try

Ima do whatever I want, 'cause I got one life

New whip fast, I ain't finna stop for one-time

I be on that no brakes, skirt-swerve-speed shit

You be on that lame ass, broke ass, dweeb shit

Yo' bitch tryna leave with me, cause I'm on king shit

Fuck a bad bitch, need a bitch to keep it real with me

You be on that weird shit, **** can't chill with me

Made a whole lot, need more, talkin' two-fifty

If the **** knew what I knew, he'd be too shitty

If a **** do what I do, he'd be too litty

Dumb ****, 'posed to be ahead, it ain't no help for ya

Tell ya' right now, try me, gon' be hell for ya

Ask yourself, is it really worth goin' to hell for

Yeah, ask yourself, is it really worth goin' to hell for

Yeah, 'posed to keep it real, like why the fuck you tell for

Yeah, you was finna win, what the hell you go and sell for

Yeah, tryna hold me down, just to push your own self forward

But, I'm finna ball every time and you know it

Like, just give me one chance, I won't blow it

Every time, in the whip, drive it like I stole it

Get it right now, I ain't hoping on hoping

I just be geeked, this shit ain't for no coping

I don't give a fuck what they say, the king chosen

I don't give a fuck what they say, the king chosen