No matter cause for listen, no matter what you should blame,
Got these niggers from the hood with past force and gold chains.
I guess I am, blame me for being a real nigger,
Teach you niggers how to be loyal, you guess I’m a father figure.
I’m doing classic issues on my sessions, my home is like an escape, don’t recognize the blessings.
Me and my idols but the feeling ain’t the same,
I guess it all change, ‘cause now we both buy the same things.
I hear them haters lie, I hear them and they’re close,
But they’re just mad, ‘cause they ain’t got twenty dollars for a bag of dope.
They’re just mad because I’m getting money and the ass dope,
But imma take this hundred dollar bill and shove it in their throat.
That’s what you want and now you got it,
I was broke but still let no nigger go up in my pockets.
I know so many rappers will put change on my brain,
‘cause I came in this shit, like F what a nigger thinking.
And imma leave all this shit like F what a nigger thinking,
Came in this world by myself and imma die alone.
Shooting at the king with my paper made fire on
And imma write it to the checking tiles go. Pause.
At matter of cause, fool listen, no matter what you should blame,
Got these niggers from the hood with past force and gold chains,
I guess I am.
These rappers are making the real fast crime,
Put you in the songs, they are really outlived.
And when you get to know ‘em, the boys is close,
Made it this far without your feature, I don’t need your shit, no.
It’s hard celebrating success when you got chicks trying to get you at charged on your left.
And you got niggers on your right trying to steal your brain,
Just make a nigger wish that he was dead.
Flying on jets left and right, but I’m scared out to see what happened to our latest flight.
‘cause you was in a pride and I made mines,
Killing verses left and right, I should be doing time.
I know they hear me, they just got wax in their ears, I’m a thread to my peers
‘till you stop me, ‘cause I ain’t leaving, long as I keep this paper made pen bleeding.