150Shots

Bitch I go 150 on the beat
Watch the way you fucking talk to me
Back away when stepping up to me
"J" told me keep it pg-13
I don't wanna hurt your feelings
You said you was always working
But you laying, sitting, chilling
I'm the one in front of curtains
I would let my Barack spray
But my name is not Obama
Blowing up in the game
But my name is not Osama
Nowadays I get paid
Spitting but I ain't a Llama
Used to have no money
But nowadays I'm counting commas
With the drama, I don't ever think nada
I'ma keep on going till I make it
I was eating Ramen
Never had a pot to piss
Never had no options
Rapping or I wouldn't make it
I'ma be the topic
Why the fuck you talking so basic
I'ma think smarter
Working harder pays off you soft motherfucker
Cause I go 150 on the beat
Watch the way you talk around me
Watch the way you walk around me
I don't got no rapping friends, they my enemy
I remember doing shows, opening for other rappers
They was talking shit, same people was the laughter
You ain't running shit, stab you with a fucking dagger
Man you gotta be fakin', Motherfucking actor
Now I blew up out the water like they said I never would
Having hella doubts, when people said I never could
Got a loud mouth, back up before you feel the heat
I'ma knock you out, decapitation from the feet
Topping the most, doing the most
Killing the flows, fuck the hoes
Show up to my shows, better show some respect
I end dreams, talking and you will end up next
They want me for the money, guess that I'm only a check
If you want me for the money, guess you ain't my friend
I thought you saw the vision but my music is a bet
I'ma buy a mansion, pussy boy getting less
Y'all be so fake, gonna love me when I'm dead
I've been going through it everyday I'm feeling less
Got no explanation, what's been going through my head
Blame it on the money, lately I've been so depressed
They wanting me for something, swear that I'ma end up dead
Swear that I'ma end up dead, what's been going through my head
I need to confess, lately I've been stressed
Swear that I'ma end up dead, what's been going through my head
I need to confess, lately I've been stressed
I don't really wanna be alone anymore
Old friends never hit my phone anymore
Ain't been to the gym lately I've been so sore
Salt coming out my mouth, I reversed a cold sore
I know that I haven't really been the same
Been adjusting to the fame, when I ain't in the game
Things ain't been the same, I swear that they will never be
Haters talking shit I swear they never see
Since I was a kid, this is all that I wanted
Show you all that I come in, break em off, running
Shoot me like I've been gunning
Melody I'm humming
Thinking I'm okay, don't make assumptions