Hell Naw

Am I ever gonna quit? Hell naw Will I dumb it down a bit? Hell naw Am I running with the shit? Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch You know you right my nigga Ever gonna quit? (Hell naw) Hell naw Will I dumb it down a bit? (Hell naw) Hell naw Am I running with the shit? (I really am) Fucking right, I bring the levels to this bitch (It's all done) You know you right I'm making music for niggas in suits and ties They all got a money and evil smile That's ending conversations with the, "I'll let my people call your people" line I rap for the ones still in high school Probably my age and they think I'm cool For the little ones calling me uncle Shit you know I do it for the dimes too I'm tryna find out where mind at I don't think I'm crazy, I'm beyond that Every girl I'm with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé And I'm the jiggy Jigga, yeah I'm on that There's not a thing I hate more than a contract I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to go play Mortal Kombat I'm too wavy like a format I could really bring it to your doormat I don't think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king Ah-ah, no man I'm the leader, now just get behind me You know you like my shit, you can't deny it Bro, I came up like boom, boom, boom, dead silence Someone get the bodies, get the bodies Am I ever gonna quit? Hell naw Will I dumb it down a bit? Hell naw Am I running with the shit? Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch You know you right my nigga Ever gonna quit? (Hell naw) Hell naw Will I dumb it down a bit? (Hell naw) Hell naw Am I running with the shit? (I really am) Fucking right, I bring the levels to this bitch (It's all done) You know you right The real ones listen to me when I tell my story The fakes ones always wanna write it for me I never wanted to rain on your parade I started doing all of this for some white Jordans Now I made it, clear to the store manager nigga I want the shit delivered to me It's like, all the niggas that you all praising, are just some other niggas to me And dumbing down is a motherfucking mission for me I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me I make all of my women look into a mirror for me And then I tell 'em, "Would you please pick a pillow for me" Ah nigga would you please cry a river for me Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me? If you hate me then why do you login to Twitter for me Alright, isn't this a bitch though A short nigga came and hit a switch hoe I'm doing everyday and night shift Just to get it 'cause you ain't really hot until your wrist cold Can somebody order me some chill though I really never ever had to chill bro But I'm really giving everybody chills Nigga chill, chill, chill Can somebody get the window Damn can somebody get the window Am I ever gonna quit? Hell naw Will I dumb it down a bit? Hell naw Am I running with the shit? Fucking right, I bring the levels to this bitch You know you right my nigga Ever gonna quit? (Hell naw) Hell naw Will I dumb it down a bit? (Hell naw) Hell naw Am I running with the shit? (I really am) Fucking right, I bring the levels to this bitch (It's all done) You know you right my nigga What else? You tell me Look at all the hurdles that I overcame I told 'em as a youngin' they would know the name You should pull up to the hotel, man it's so insane I'm kicking bitches out the trap house like I'm Tory Lanez Look at-look at all the hurdles that I overcame I told 'em as a youngin' they would know the name You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane I'm kicking bitches out the trap house like I'm Tory Lanez Yeah, I like my girls high like standards They gotta pop like Jackson They gotta be above average They gotta take the dick like chances You know you with it with your friends that don't know Jesus And that ass thick as thieves I'm just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve I'm tryna inspire man, do it for the youth So I'ma cop a whip and say, "Hell naw to the roof" Hell naw to the the ceilings, fuck limits This ain't that kitty flow so I can't have you ducks in it I'm married to the hustle man I'm stuck with it It's Bad Hair season nigga, fuck with it