I'ma make this song with B.I.G, that's bass rejected

If I see it and I won't, it got the bread, I got it

Exclusive, exclusive, exclusive, exclusive, exclusive

Rain

I'm on antipsychotics, she don't know shit about it

Me and that mic got you by

We don't smoke brands, we smoke pounds

I know some girls in the streets, they really into shooters

Who make beats, they bass rejected

All this shit gon' suck a dick, you lil'

The bills so problematic

Semis and autos

And you slumped over tragic

I'ma make this song with B.I.G, that's bass rejected

If I see it and I won't, it got the bread, I got it

I'ma pull your card

Feel like shadow wizards casting magic

Bitch, I'm a nerd, like I really play magic

With my goons and they gathering like magic

Love some losers, I tote coolies, I tote rachets

Go for me, I told you you can't come by me

Let's do this, let's do this

I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying

I'm sick of this shit, I don't feel any way

I just wanna feel this way

I'm sick of this shit, I don't feel any way

I just wanna feel this way