[Chorus]

Stupid ass hoe, why you worried 'bout my health?

Why my name be in your mouth, wondering if I'm doing well?

I can see the hostility when y'all look at my wealth

Hating must be a illness- man, you should go and get some help

[Verse 1]

Niggas wanna talk on the TL 'bout me and the feelings that they felt (Boo hoo)

Dude got a chip on his shoulder, so he talks about me like its really intel

Writing my pages, but you can’t spell

You ain't 'round my way- sis, you ain't my belt

I just pulled up on your corner in a foreign that ain't even mine

'Cause all my friends and homies make they own shit- man, they all they grind

While you sit around and be pouting, asking God when you gon' shine

Mad at me 'cause it is my time

Mad at these lyrics and these rhymes

Look, where’s your drive? You ain't even pump your gas

You worrying 'bout me, as if I'mma leave you in the past

So you sit and talk shit about me and let your whole life pass

You're more focused on my shit, you forgot to wipe your own ass!

The tea is piping today- what happened? I'm glad you asked

I'm living life on a beach in Bali, and having a blast

Patek all on my wrist- my arm feels like its in a cast

Ramadan in the whips, 'cause of how i be going fast, uh

[Chorus]

Stupid ass hoe, why you worried 'bout my health?

Why my name be in your mouth, wondering if I'm doing well?

I can see the hostility when y'all look at my wealth

Hating must be a illness- man, you should go and get some help

[Verse 2]

Every time I speak they got a microscope to me

Tryna see me slip up and say some shit I don't mean

Waiting to take my place, thinking that they gone see the green

But you niggas can’t do what i do so, stop tryna be seen

Rhyme scheme preaching

All these mutha fuckas talk, but they speechless

Ain't got new content, soo they constantly look to start leaching

Off me and my other niggas, but my other niggas don't play that- they just blow

When a nigga tries to steal my shit, I just gotta change up my flow

So I hit them with the Rocky Marciano blows

Never lacking so I'm often all on my toes

Double stacking, always conscious of what I grow

Niggas whack and they be all up up in my nose (Hmm)

I don't know about foes

I stay with my homies, that’s what I chose

Thinking you about to know me, for my info

Take the news and you can blow it out your culo

Why you always worried about the shit that I'm on

Decided to fuck with me, when you knew that your girl was gone

Never supported me even when I told you its wrong

Ain't even know this was bout you and you still singing this song (Dummy!)

[Chorus]

Stupid ass hoe, why you worried 'bout my health?

Why my name be in your mouth, wondering if I'm doing well?

I can see the hostility when y'all look at my wealth

Hating must be a illness- man, you should go and get some help