Yeah, some got cars, but the rest of us got nothing, so we spittin' all these bars and

No, it's not fair to the rest, but you were born at the wrong time, bless!

I know that you heard me lately, time to open up my bakery

Just a nigga tryna finish, I'ma get all up-up in it

Like yeah, that's my jam, fuck with pink shit just like Cam

A broke boy never really matter doe, the industry a bull and you play the matador

Man, fuck that shit, independent bruh and you know we getting lit

Porsches, 'Raris, checks and chicks - I want your life dude, gimme that bitch

So, what's wrong with me?

Could be the shoes, be the hat, be tee

I'm really trying, guess you niggas can't see

I'm doing my best, sorry I'm still smoking all this weed

And you can have your own opinion, but I don't give a fuck

You wanna know why? 'Cause you don't ever really know what's up

Oh yes, I'm really feeling that, make myself a beat and then I spit up on the track

So everybody better sit up in the back

This shit kind of stupid, but I really, really want a plaque

905, Scrumpaducious, all these ladies 'bout to lose it, but I'm good bruh I'll make music

Don't give two shits, catch hoes loose lipped

Don't ever try to lie in your quotes, living life you've just gotta take an oath

Man, you gotta live life slow, still you think about the money, you ain't even 'bout to blow

And you ain't even done a show, telling everybody that you kill it with your flow

I'm condescending, everybody oughta know, I'm so stupid, but it's good, let's go

So, what's wrong with me?

Could be the shoes, be the hat, be tee

I'm really trying, guess you niggas can't see

I'm doing my best, sorry I'm still smoking all this weed

And you can have your own opinion, but I don't give a fuck

You wanna know why? 'Cause you don't ever really know what's up

So yeah, brang-da-da-dang dang

I'm doing my damn thang, I just need a new chain