Ayo

Everyday I wake I got new hate

These **** ride dick so much they got a due date

Rappers too fake frontin ain’t have to move weight

You joined a gang at 30 something- that was too late

You think 38 give a fuck what a rap dude make?

They had Ragu on they plates we had cubed steak

**** only care about views and how they shoes laced

You had a baby by a bum bitch that’s a fools mate

Ayo

I came to talk to these kids on some grown shit

Follow no man - do ya own shit

But please make sure you own shit

Don’t have a lot of chains with no crib on some Jim Jones shit

Yo Jim, I got a bone to pick

That's some hoe shit - talking 'bout how another **** clothes fit

When yo house on the foreclosed list

He lost his crib in '06 and this **** still homesick

What I really don’t get

You wanna be a street **** so bad that you got Alpo old bitch

But Po said she don’t blow dick (WHAT)

Po said she don’t blow dick

Man this **** talking like a boss but ain’t giving out no jobs

**** you can’t even go home and get a blowjob

Before you made cash off rap what was yo job?

Jim story faker than the one Fat Joe robbed

(HUH) And yo broad face type valid

Without that body work that bitch’d be shaped like Khaled

Better replace them steaks for some late night salads

No matter how much you hate - you can't take my talent (HUH)

You talking to a real man with skilled hands

I took kilograms and build brands

Got a flow that’ll fill stands

Only reason Kiss eating 'cause he Fat Joe's lil' man’s

Fools mate

Fools mate

Fools mate