[Intro: Fusia]
All hail the versatile man. SNBM shit, Chizz shit, 856 ya know, free all the real niggas let the fake niggas rot out. Look, rest in peace Solo, I love you my nigga. Edward-Hayes shit til the reaper come cuz. All we ever wanted was a chance to ball on these fuck niggas
[Verse 1]
I'm just out here trynna prosper and I'm just out here trynna make it
Man I ain't better than nobody
When you really think about it
But believe I'm far from basic
So fuck you niggas who was doubtin
And fuck you niggas who was hatin
Fuck you niggas who impatient
And all the ones who feel entitled to all the music that I'm making
My heart and soul go on the pages
Reality is what I paint
Salary is kinda basic
So I'm just out here trynna make it
I could never try to fake it
I would never try to fake it
I think it's time I take it global
Cus I'm done actin like a local
Fuck them niggas in ya circle
Fuck them niggas in ya oval
Imma die a fuckin mogul
Imma die a fuckin legend
I'll be in heaven like I told you
Look what we did with just the protools
That's why hoes was trynna touch it
Trynna eat it like it's produce
And I'm just worried about my next move I can't tell you what my ex do
I don't know, I'm not supposed to, I'm just focused on these checks
If you respect me I respect you
And if not then well then that's okay
Just don't think I'm the one to test, cause Imma have to come upset you
Imma have to touch ya girlfriend
Come and find out what the neck do
Come and find out bout them neck moves
You niggas funny Jimmy Fallon
You pussy boys ain't got no talent
My flow is sharper than some talons I'll take ya girl off to the Islands
She wanna feel on the medallion
She wanna ride like it's a stallion
My 3rd leg in her and she wildin
She choking on it boy she smiling
All that girl know is chow....she was trynna learn Italian
Like she trynna learn Italian!
Fuck them niggas who was hatin
And fuck them niggas who was doubtin
Everyone know that imma problem
My studio is an asylum
I'm in here crazy off the sour!
[Chorus]
Fuck them niggas who was hatin' and fuck the niggas who was doubtin' x7
[Verse 2]
Fuck them niggas who was hatin
And fuck them niggas who was doubtin
Everyone know that imma problem
My studio is an asylum
Im in here crazy off the sour!
Watchin Niggas like they power
Cus Niggas creepin like TLC
But we ain't really worried bout em
They just talkin all that radara like them niggas was on chowder
In here faded off a downer
I'm with Mendoza doing bars
We might cop em, put em in a dollar , and break it down into a powder
Bitches trynna make connections but I just turned off all the routers
Fuck you people trynna judge me when yall 'ont even fuckin know me
Like Herb I'm Ballin like I'm Kobe
I'm rollin up like I was Choji
And gettin faded like I'm old jeans
Screamin FUCK them hoes in high school, they was talkin shit about me
Sayin I was gonna OD, all them thots can come and blow me
I'm droppin xans in the codeine, it's suicide squad; Margot Robbie
I'm goin hard like I'm Broly
Hardcore that's word to Mick Foley
I'm feelin like I'm '08 Kobe when he was goin 'gainst the spurs
You know straight up shitttin on Ginobli!
Since he was shitting on Ginobli
The game is looking kinda sloppy
I guess I gotta play custodian
Scoring on these niggas so bad
Youd think they didn't put the goalies in
Put this shit together and I become all five parts of exodia
I don't text or call these bitches back they lucky if I emoji em