Sick and tired of people

Thinkin ain’t no star in me

Wanna book me for the club

Don’t wanna pay that fee

I’m going up like the bubble

In champagne I drink

Turning up to meek mill

Cause nightmares I dream

You won’t feel me til

Everybody you know

Wish bad on your success

And couldn’t take it

That you grew

Focus on the level up

Taking my daughter back to school

Put a mil in her account

And swim in water that is blue

Houston put me on their wings

Now I’m chasing that cheddar

More sauce than wing stop

And American deli

We got drums for anyone

Who wanna bet disrespectful

Flat line a nigga quick

I’m talking lemon and pepper bitch

Now yall done got me started

I won’t rap about my pussy

Or what’s in that nigga wallet

They dick ride when the clout come

Waiting on my outcome

Fuck you if you ain’t believe

Fuck yo opinions if you got some

Tryna tell em that I’m built like that

Been tryna keep it very cute

Cause you win like that

Think twice with your buttons

Before you send like that

That might’ve went over your head

Just know I been like that

Whole gang folded

And it hurted my pride

We ain’t ordering no food

But they choosing them sides

Think it’s time to cut it out

Cause I ain’t pay it no mind

Tread light how you stepping

Before you die on that line

And I ain’t never gon stop in this bitch

Thought I told y’all once before

I got the locks in this bitch

Eating beats too much

I’m finna pop in this bitch

Ain’t nothing funny

I ain’t Chris

You’ll get rocked for a diss

Used to park in the back

Just to hide my car

Now I valet in the front

And don’t you go too far

Slimey bitches wanna end me

I’m mufasa you scar

Idris Elba with the moves

You better take what’s yours

I ain’t talking bout a job

But kilo gon blow

Never stop a red lights

You know they creepin slow

They be watching from afar

Better enjoy this show

Sun ain’t gotta be beamin

For you to see this glow

They be starving for attention

Someone come feed this hoe

Broke niggas be the loudest

They be screaming BROKE

Auuughhh

Get ya bread up

They waiting on me to let up

I’m what’s now and what’s next

Not with the beef

You better ketchup

Get ya bread up

They waiting on me to let up

I’m what’s now and what’s next

Not with the beef

You better ketchup

I ain’t talkin decorations

When I tell you it’s a set up

I ain’t talkin swimming pools

When I say I’ll get you wet up

Tick tick boom

I think it’s time I really went off

Got this shit on lock man

Fuck you and yo letter

Play with yo pussy

Don’t come playing with me

I put my hand around the game

And then I gave it a squeeze

Never worry bout chasin niggas

Cause I’m chasing my dream

Never worry bout chasing niggas

Cause I’m chasing my dream (2x)

Pay me all my money

I ain’t rapping for free

When they talk bout who the hardest

They come asking for me

You ain’t gotta co-sign

Already rep for my team

Finna take off on you hoes

Already strapped in my seat

Money started looking funny

Went back and trapped for a week

Slept on now I’m winning

Look who’s clapping for me

May not look it all the time

But bitch I’m definitely street

Learn the game through the struggle

Cause the lesson is free

Asked got to change my heart

He dropped his blessings on me

Mannnnn

What you know bout being broke

And you hungry

What you know bout hitting that pole

For some money

I popped up they ain’t know that I was coming

I got a problem I’m addicted

To stunting

I got the crowd going crazy

Yeah they crumpin

Generator cause I keep

The shit runnin

Fuck the fame

I’m tryna get to the money

I won’t talkin bout a job

But kilo him blow