They like "Verse, you should probably write a sing-a-long"
But n*ggas know i'm dropping Ether, every beat i'm on
Dont need no blunt, dont need yo' pills
Dont need yo' styrofoam...
Want me to dumb it down? This aint that shit that I be on...
They think I'm on to something
Oh yea, I'm on to something
They think I'm on or something
Oh yea I, Oh yea I
They think I'm on to something
Oh yea, I'm on to something
They think I'm on or something
Oh yea I, Oh yea I...
Wake up in the morning, wash my ass then to the stu
I aint stressing bout a b*tch
N*gga I got shit to do
If they hate then let em hate
Turn that hate right into fuel
Then I turned into the bomb
Wait until I light the fuse
In my city I'm the Pope
In the booth I never choke
Lord keep handing me these blessings, I just hang em by the throat
So excuse me while I boast
That lil' hoe she do the most... Had to kick her out my spot
Cause she aint even worth my coat
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
My haters they offended
Every time I'm out the door, they pray the Reaper come and get me
That lil hoe she act saddity, she know I gotta get it
Got no time for pillow talking shawty
I'm like "Where that check at?"
And nah, I don't regret it 'cause I'm bout my bread
Hustle hard, don't give a f*ck I barely see my bed
If that lil shawty wanna f*ck I tell that hoe go 'head
Cause I aint got no time to kick it, just don't use my bed
VERSALEE
I handle business... I got shit to do
Put a Mr. in front of that, after that, we cool
I be the light through the fog, haters hate
My fans applaud...
I can never win for losing
N*gga you can't please em all, Nawl
Wake up in the morning, wash my ass then to the stu
I aint stressing bout a b*tch
N*gga I got shit to do
If they hate then let em hate
Turn that hate right into fuel
Then I turned into the bomb
Wait until I light the fuse
Light The Fuse? Huh?