I don’t talk it, I live it, I’ve been caught for a minute,
But now I’m back in the building, I’m planning stacking the millions,
Now I got these hoes to the wall, got my back to the ceiling,
Am now I’m killing these rappers, man, I’m just hurting their feelings.
I got that ST, FU, stop rapping me, you fucking with the flow,
Tapping at opponents, got the gaming up the sleeper flow,
All my bullshit, bullshit, time’s slipping, though,
Many makes the beats and I just kill it like the give and go.
Hoes pay the G, I go to four call, press it more,
Rolling, I don’t even take a four class jet,
And I’m filling up this list, I need a full false chech,
With a bad ass bitch with a full corset
I’m running gone up in my zone, for my haters tell I made it all up on my own.
I think I’m getting fucking faded, I think I flown,
Thinking the ones that said I made it they won’t be long.
I know you’re waiting for an all star,
I feel like Gary Payton.
Bitch, I’m a world star, look at how we’re celebrating
Bottles on me and we’re filling up these reservations,
These niggers gonna talk, but they really ain’t saying nothing.
Hey, I’m an all star, I feel like Gary Payton,
Bitch, I’m a world star, look at how we’re celebrating
Bottles on me and we’re filling up these reservations,
Haters gonna talk, but they really ain’t saying nothing.
Green light, green light, check it on me, let it go,
Trying to stand on every bitch up in the past that told me no.
Hurt them in the yes-s and I made them all regret it,
And I bet if they ain’t with it they gonna want to be on guest list.
Bitch, Allan’s show, drew slow, yo,
Oh, you shit, I don’t know you, hoe,
Down to my last trash, like my last they ain’t felt,
Yeah, my ostroparazone and I’m feeling my trust.
I’m off to getting cake, I lay anticipated,
To say I’m underrated would be on an understatement.
You know that I work hard and that I play harder
I spend that dying long flow, boy, I stay harder.
I shine, I shine so bright like the sun,
When I’m on imma stunt, tell your bitch I’m the one
I burg in the area, mix some coke and some rum,
Bitch, I’m a maker in my city, can’t forget where I’m from.
I know you’re waiting for an all star,
I feel like Gary Payton.
Bitch, I’m a world star, look at how we’re celebrating
Bottles on me and we’re filling up these reservations,
These niggers gonna talk, but they really ain’t saying nothing.
Hey, I’m an all star, I feel like Gary Payton,
Bitch, I’m a world star, look at how we’re celebrating
Bottles on me and we’re filling up these reservations,
Haters gonna talk, but they really ain’t saying nothing.