Just know that you want it
You gotta ask
Competition in the dirt
All my feelings are in my past
And now I'm signing all the bros
So the labels won't even ask
My lil shawty got her toes on the table
Won't even brag
I ain't never needed nobody's favor
I need a bag
I'm hungry, I need it bad
I'll take you to see the trap
I done seen Lil Brodie up on the corner
He's slinging crack
I done had a lot of woadies
Who won't ever make it back
Call my manager, get a cigarette
And get him a drag
And you can tell just by the silhouette
She looking too bad
And now they sleeping like a pillow
Oh well, it's too bad
You better tell them, pay attention
Grab a pen and a pad
I know some fellas, know some hittas
They say"How you do that?"
That feeling you have
When you give it whatever you have
Ain't going out sad
These haters, they be going out sad
I send an Uber to the store
'Cause I ain't going outside
I know that they mad
These rappers probably think I'm their dad
I got a lot of things to do
I told 'em move to the side
I got a lot of things to view
I think I need some more eyes
I got an offer just for you
And it might be a surprise
In a day's work, laying tracks three at a time
They say the same words so I fall asleep every time
It's like the same verse
Y'all ain't even picking a rhyme
And if they ain't turnt, turn the joint to Cinco De Mayo
And if they can't work, tell them I ain't picking the phone
And if they too turnt, tell 'em Imma pick up the fine
They know the hands working, I ain't talking pick up the phone
They know they can't work as hard as me, I did it alone
Need an advance, man, the lottery don't hit anymore
Give him the chance, he'll be knocking up and kicking your door
They want smoke, tell them I ain't got a spliff anymore
They want jokes, tell them I ain't got a riff anymore.