Welcome To My World

Yuh, wait
What time is it?
Showtime
The back end good so its go time
They don't know they songs but they know mine
So why the the fuck such such getting more time
Back when ol' girl wanted more time but my dumb ass kept telling more lies
But she rolled with a nigga through the whole ride till' the wheel fell off on both sides
I did (?) both times
I done did penthouses and ghost rides
I ain't take that bitch yet to the slow grind, but sometimes I wish I did no lie, Why?
Cuz I gotta get it cuz I'm tired of stressin (aye)
I hope that they listen cuz I got a message (wait)

They love when I sample, they hate when I sample
They cease-and-desist me to make an example
That shit be a gable, and court be a battle
Cuz they want the biggest piece of the pie
Like I wasn’t one of the reasons it popped
All of the meetings and I get the slops, when will it stop? Shit, I know what you thinking ‘just make your own shit nigga, you can make your own hits nigga.’
I did, but y’all never listen on beats on tracks a nigga be venting bout’ all of my problems and selfish decisions
Whether to storm through several conditions
Makin this music you know I’m committed
I stay on the road, I think I’m addicted