Get Some Help

[Chorus]
Stupid ass hoe, why you worried 'bout my health?
Why my name be in your mouth, wondering if I'm doing well?
I can see the hostility when y'all look at my wealth
Hating must be a illness- man, you should go and get some help

[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna talk on the TL 'bout me and the feelings that they felt (Boo hoo)
Dude got a chip on his shoulder, so he talks about me like its really intel
Writing my pages, but you can’t spell
You ain't 'round my way- sis, you ain't my belt
I just pulled up on your corner in a foreign that ain't even mine
'Cause all my friends and homies make they own shit- man, they all they grind
While you sit around and be pouting, asking God when you gon' shine
Mad at me 'cause it is my time
Mad at these lyrics and these rhymes
Look, where’s your drive? You ain't even pump your gas
You worrying 'bout me, as if I'mma leave you in the past
So you sit and talk shit about me and let your whole life pass
You're more focused on my shit, you forgot to wipe your own ass!
The tea is piping today- what happened? I'm glad you asked
I'm living life on a beach in Bali, and having a blast
Patek all on my wrist- my arm feels like its in a cast
Ramadan in the whips, 'cause of how i be going fast, uh

[Chorus]
Stupid ass hoe, why you worried 'bout my health?
Why my name be in your mouth, wondering if I'm doing well?
I can see the hostility when y'all look at my wealth
Hating must be a illness- man, you should go and get some help

[Verse 2]
Every time I speak they got a microscope to me
Tryna see me slip up and say some shit I don't mean
Waiting to take my place, thinking that they gone see the green
But you niggas can’t do what i do so, stop tryna be seen
Rhyme scheme preaching
All these mutha fuckas talk, but they speechless
Ain't got new content, soo they constantly look to start leaching
Off me and my other niggas, but my other niggas don't play that- they just blow
When a nigga tries to steal my shit, I just gotta change up my flow
So I hit them with the Rocky Marciano blows
Never lacking so I'm often all on my toes
Double stacking, always conscious of what I grow
Niggas whack and they be all up up in my nose (Hmm)
I don't know about foes
I stay with my homies, that’s what I chose
Thinking you about to know me, for my info
Take the news and you can blow it out your culo
Why you always worried about the shit that I'm on
Decided to fuck with me, when you knew that your girl was gone
Never supported me even when I told you its wrong
Ain't even know this was bout you and you still singing this song (Dummy!)

[Chorus]
Stupid ass hoe, why you worried 'bout my health?
Why my name be in your mouth, wondering if I'm doing well?
I can see the hostility when y'all look at my wealth
Hating must be a illness- man, you should go and get some help