[Hook]

I pray the bitches get badder and all their asses get fatter

Haters keep talking their shit but I tune out all the chatter

I pray the blizzys get fatter, I hope the haters get sadder

I do my best to make this music but still feel like a slacker

I pray the bitches get badder and all their asses get fatter

Haters keep talking their shit but I tune out all the chatter

I pray the blizzys get fatter, I hope the haters get sadder

I do my best to make this music but still feel like a slacker

[Verse 1]

Riding low, day dreaming 'bout the telly

Listening to Pac I think i might know Makaveli

Bitches hit me on my celly, it never stops ringing

Cops bringing the drama now all of the blames fallin' on the mama

Like what could I have done to my stop my son from dying

Why the cops keep lyin'?

The judge is tryin' but never findin' crimes

I wonder why we out chillin' getting charged for dimes

We need change like a quarter but the stash is running low

If I dont pass then I need cash I gotta go

I can never Bring it back to that ninth grade flow that shit was trash ill admit it

Now its my time to shine the world is mine mothafucka I'm about to go and get it

[Hook]

I pray the bitches get badder and all their asses get fatter

Haters keep talking their shit but I tune out all the chatter

I pray the blizzys get fatter, I hope the haters get sadder

I do my best to make this music but still feel like a slacker

I pray the bitches get badder and all their asses get fatter

Haters keep talking their shit but I tune out all the chatter

I pray the blizzys get fatter, I hope the haters get sadder

I do my best to make this music but still feel like a slacker

[Verse 2]

Deciding on my life with all these choices

Like should I go to college or could I really go against these voices

They keep telling me thats what I gotta do

But I'm really chasing dreams that could really come true

Im here feeling blue so I gotta get my green

Cash rules everything around me I'm a fiend

Thats the root of all evil but I understand C.R.E.A.M

While these people be at the parties I be manifesting dreams

I'm Stacking up profit just to blow it

Started working hard now my songs are gon' show it

There's a hole in the rap game so I'm here to sew it

Have you heard my last name bitch you better know it

Theres lots of snakes in my yard so I mow it

If you need that bud come to me I know who grow it

Never gave a fuck damn I'm really such a poet

No beginner's luck damn I'm really such a poet

[Hook]

I pray the bitches get badder and all their asses get fatter

Haters keep talking their shit but I tune out all the chatter

I pray the blizzys get fatter, I hope the haters get sadder

I do my best to make this music but still feel like a slacker

I pray the bitches get badder and all their asses get fatter

Haters keep talking their shit but I tune out all the chatter

I pray the blizzys get fatter, I hope the haters get sadder

I do my best to make this music but still feel like a slacker