Intro

Sick and tired of people
Thinkin ain’t no star in me
Wanna book me for the club
Don’t wanna pay that fee
I’m going up like the bubble
In champagne I drink
Turning up to meek mill
Cause nightmares I dream
You won’t feel me til
Everybody you know
Wish bad on your success
And couldn’t take it
That you grew
Focus on the level up
Taking my daughter back to school
Put a mil in her account
And swim in water that is blue
Houston put me on their wings
Now I’m chasing that cheddar
More sauce than wing stop
And American deli
We got drums for anyone
Who wanna bet disrespectful
Flat line a nigga quick
I’m talking lemon and pepper bitch
Now yall done got me started
I won’t rap about my pussy
Or what’s in that nigga wallet
They dick ride when the clout come
Waiting on my outcome
Fuck you if you ain’t believe
Fuck yo opinions if you got some
Tryna tell em that I’m built like that
Been tryna keep it very cute
Cause you win like that
Think twice with your buttons
Before you send like that
That might’ve went over your head
Just know I been like that
Whole gang folded
And it hurted my pride
We ain’t ordering no food
But they choosing them sides
Think it’s time to cut it out
Cause I ain’t pay it no mind
Tread light how you stepping
Before you die on that line
And I ain’t never gon stop in this bitch
Thought I told y’all once before
I got the locks in this bitch
Eating beats too much
I’m finna pop in this bitch
Ain’t nothing funny
I ain’t Chris
You’ll get rocked for a diss
Used to park in the back
Just to hide my car
Now I valet in the front
And don’t you go too far
Slimey bitches wanna end me
I’m mufasa you scar
Idris Elba with the moves
You better take what’s yours
I ain’t talking bout a job
But kilo gon blow
Never stop a red lights
You know they creepin slow
They be watching from afar
Better enjoy this show
Sun ain’t gotta be beamin
For you to see this glow
They be starving for attention
Someone come feed this hoe
Broke niggas be the loudest
They be screaming BROKE
Auuughhh
Get ya bread up
They waiting on me to let up
I’m what’s now and what’s next
Not with the beef
You better ketchup
Get ya bread up
They waiting on me to let up
I’m what’s now and what’s next
Not with the beef
You better ketchup
I ain’t talkin decorations
When I tell you it’s a set up
I ain’t talkin swimming pools
When I say I’ll get you wet up
Tick tick boom
I think it’s time I really went off
Got this shit on lock man
Fuck you and yo letter
Play with yo pussy
Don’t come playing with me
I put my hand around the game
And then I gave it a squeeze
Never worry bout chasin niggas
Cause I’m chasing my dream
Never worry bout chasing niggas
Cause I’m chasing my dream (2x)

Pay me all my money
I ain’t rapping for free
When they talk bout who the hardest
They come asking for me
You ain’t gotta co-sign
Already rep for my team
Finna take off on you hoes
Already strapped in my seat
Money started looking funny
Went back and trapped for a week
Slept on now I’m winning
Look who’s clapping for me
May not look it all the time
But bitch I’m definitely street
Learn the game through the struggle
Cause the lesson is free
Asked got to change my heart
He dropped his blessings on me
Mannnnn
What you know bout being broke
And you hungry
What you know bout hitting that pole
For some money
I popped up they ain’t know that I was coming
I got a problem I’m addicted
To stunting
I got the crowd going crazy
Yeah they crumpin
Generator cause I keep
The shit runnin
Fuck the fame
I’m tryna get to the money

I won’t talkin bout a job
But kilo him blow