Hook:
I’m tryna flex like just hit the lottery
You pussy ass niggas you don’t even bother me
Fuck niggas mad cuz they bitch wanna follow me
But she can’t even kick it cuz this ain’t no soccer team
I been out in public would walk with it casually
Shit I could cap but I wrote this shit factually
In love with the music It comes to me naturally
I’ll be at the top really soon nigga actually
I know YK you different your shit is original
Your album is everywhere everything digital
Say shit with your chest cuz it’s fuck a subliminal
Everything maximum the fuck is a minimal
Police want me snitch but treat me like a criminal
Fuck all of that I can’t rat that shit pitiful
I ain’t capper you best take my shit literal
When there’s beef in the streets all my demons get physical
Verse:
I was born in 8 mile you think I’m slim shady
My momma did crack even pregnant with babies
I’m tryna spread round the world jus like rabies
Ask if I smoked in a week nigga maybe
I’m from the streets I don’t know all my relatives
But I gotta keep pushing and think thats irrelevant
Where I’m from police crazy niggas die for they melanin
Gotta walk with protection try to step get your melon split
Nowadays niggas hate cuz they have no ambitions
Jus cuz I do they gon hate how I’m living
My lyrics are hot but always stay chilling
Stacking my paper till it touch the sealing
You don’t know how it feels to see people you loved
Changing up
What the fuck
So I had to come up out the mud
Niggas act gangster and shit like I’m thugs
You niggas birds but ain’t fly like no dove
I gotta blessing from heaven above
Bitch I feel chosen I feel like the one
I’m smoking gas this ain’t no swisher
I smoke back woods to my lungs
Took out a stack hopped in the skat with models bitches with big bums
I had the whole hood on my back before they switched up like some punks
I’m a crip up in these streets I barely like the sight of blood
But Disrespect me in the streets I drop bag get you lined up
We did his ass jus like a barber but ain’t no was fades being done
Caught a next snitching ass lil nigga getting drunk up in the club
We couldve posted by the door but we went in and he got slumped
Hook:
I’m tryna flex like just hit the lottery
You pussy ass niggas you don’t even bother me
Fuck niggas mad cuz they bitch wanna follow me
But she can’t even kick it cuz this ain’t no soccer team
I been out in public would walk with it casually
Shit I could cap but I wrote this shit factually
In love with the music It comes to me naturally
I’ll be at the top really soon nigga actually
I know YK you different your shit is original
Your album is everywhere everything digital
Say shit with your chest cuz it’s fuck a subliminal
Everything maximum the fuck is a minimal
Police want me snitch but treat me like a criminal
Fuck all of that I can’t rat that shit pitiful
I ain’t capper you best take my shit literal
When there’s beef in the streets all my demons get physical