They hate when I sit and think and use my mind to solve my problems

They writing me from these fake pages, wonder why I'm not responding

My life gon' have a happy ending, but I ain't get no massages

Just from saying a couple sentences, now I got a bunch of commas

They want me to stoop down to 'em, be outside so they can catch me

I ain't arguing online with no ****, that shit messy

I ain't buying no dope if it ain't like yoga, I can't stretch it

If I got a bone to pick, I got a dog, he gon' fetch it

Girl, I ain't rich all the time, so if you do it, take this tension

If you catch him while I got that dog shit in, take this fifty

Yeah, I know I signed a gun law, but I gotta take this with me

It's some **** know I sent them, so they gotta fake it with me

Know you all real at battle rap, but I done got some **** smacked

So many bitches in my cart, I put a lot of bitches back

They say I had it with the road, but now I got it with this rap

Like I ain't brush my teeth in months

They know I'm coming for them plaques

I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again

They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again

They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again

I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again

I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again

They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again

They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again

I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again

I can't walk inside no club if I can't bring my pistol in

I pop one and she pop two, now she tryna kiss her friend

I drop cheese and rap myself, but I'm tryna get that man

That bitch bad for you to keep her, no, you gotta hit that hand

At homicide again, they tryna prove some shit again

My tattoo a FN, 'cause it's thuggin' in my skin

How the fuck you look me in my eye and lie again?

I done lost respect when **** ain't rap for they mans

I might pop out with a pop-out, she look bad as fuck

New kit, add me up, know them crackers mad as fuck

**** livid, heard you reminiscing '

Bout the old times, guess you miss it

Heard you survived, but your mans died, but it get deeper

**** who I raised tryna switch on me, but it get deeper

Bitches who I made talking shit 'bout me, that shit weak

I guess they figure, like, Dolla wasn't gon' never win again

Wasn't gon' put that blend again, take shit on the chin again

I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again

They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again

They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again

I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again

I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again

They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again

They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again

I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again