[Verse 1]
Ugh
Man, Im focused on a million dollars, holler at me partner
When you see me loading clips up to these verses like a chopper
Man, I should become a doctor cause this Hip Hop need a hospital
These rappers are getting a copy virus on your avenue
But I just keep it factual
Actual real tactical
Creator like that Bastard dude
Hanging just like testicles
My girl be getting sexual
After she raise the pressure
From the blood in my head
That be getting me all mystical
So back up give me room
I swear I need a finish move
But I ain't even started yet
You faker than a barbie set
My 12th grade year I was yelling
"Where the parties at?"
But I could give a FUCK about a bitch
Have a heart attack
Arrest, like a cardiac
Or sweat like a cardigan
They handing out deals
Well I just got to play my cards again
But that hate shit
No, I'm not falling in
Q and them got at Mac
But Im just waitin on them to call again
Balling in, balling out
That's all these rappers talk about
I need to meet Luda'
Cause I swear I got that word of mouth
Thank God they heard me
That fake shit is falling out
Lames I'm not worried about
Got all these bitches calling out
[Hook]
And I don't know where I'm going
I'm just focused on this moment
Its the chance of my life
Best believe a nigga on it
And the question always asked
Is what the fuck I'm even doing in this world
World, world
Say I been hated, I been loved
I done seen all types of drugs
Been depressin, been some stressin
Man a nigga had enough
But the question always asked
Is what the fuck I'm even doing in this world
World, world
What I'm doing in this world
[Verse 2]
Second verse is for my ex
Fuck you and your next
I can't say I don't love you
But you don't get my respect
Went through so much stress
A nigga didn't eat man a nigga didn't rest
Now I got a spanish ho
With super duper breasts
So this is my good-bye note
Fuck you in your pie hole
But I hate the fact I see this bitch
Everytime my eyes close
So I'mma do like Kanye say
And I'mma drive slow
Until I find love again
(I won't find love again)
So ya bitch gimme throat
Get stuck to me like sticky notes
One fuck, two fuck
After that, bitch hit the do'
I ain't got no time
For bein drunk and all emotional
But what I'm really tryna say
Is I ain't got no hope for hoes
They telling me I'm fixing to blow
No homo though, they feel my flows
But at the biggest moment of my life
My bitch hit the do'
Man I wasn't tight enough
But shit, she wasn't dyke enough
Until we meet again bitch
I'm drinking this and lighting up