MR.HAVEMYWAY

Yeah, I know I ain't shit, think you love that bout’ me

These rap **** Terry Crews, I keep my brothers 'round me

Analyze the field for cuts when I’m runnin’ down it

I'm Mr. Havemyway, and you can't do nothin' about it

Orange wine, toast glasses, we havin' a meetin'

It took a dog ass ****, to love to play defense

Kick door, I'm in this bitch, for something to leave with

Mr. Regulate like Nate, as soon as I peep shit

If it's money on the road, ****, we gon' go grab it

Pull that choppa out of thin air, watch him 4-flat it

He hit that room for fifteen minutes, and he told gladly

Few milli' out the rap, that **** can have it

Find a glitch and make it twerk, watch the funds get crowded

Mister Havemyway, and you can't do nothin' about it

Game sick, and I don't get what I love about it

Thank God for my heart, I can't thug without it

Find a glitch and make it twerk, watch the funds get crowded

Mister Havemyway, and you can't do nothin' about it

The game sick, and I don't get what I love about it

Thank God for my heart, I can't thug without it

Slight geeked, I might tweak, every now and then

I'll speak on every L, I be proud of shit

Stand on business, all my **** can vouch for it

Took a few writtens, make some bands from the house with it, ****

Who got? Who did? I don't know nun’ bout it

Once that vapor in the air, you can't run around it

You can get a lil' sixteen for a couple thousand

**** say they gon' do— yeah, it sound good

Find a glitch and make it twerk, watch the funds get crowded

Mister Havemyway, and you can't do nothin' about it

Game sick, and I don't get what I love about it

Thank God for my heart, I can't thug without it

Find a glitch and make it twerk, watch the funds get crowded

Mister Havemyway, and you can't do nothin' about it

The game sick, and I don't get what I love about it

Thank God for my heart, I can't thug without it

White folk came to see me

What type of shit is this?

You know you made it when white folks come see you somebody-