[Verse 1]
Unh!
I'm just trying to get it all day, n***a
Till you biting a** n***as hope your jaw break, n***a
My music, my music's alright, n***a
So don't egg me on like an omelet, n***a
Gun in my hand... looking at the 9' like I'm eight, n***a
Thinking b**hes love me for my ambition
But really they just love me for my wallet (Wale), n***a
That's my motto like quasi, n***a
Got haters on my entrée, n***a, I'm that n***a
Stay with a Jay like 'Yonce, n***a
Rap, I was born to do this like Ozzay, n***a
Your girl want to give me her hot cakes, n***a
I met her at a soiree, n***a
Might bust on her hot face, n***a
If her p**y bald then she might get ate out like John Kate, n***a
I be anywhere a pen and a pad is
Such a motherf**er I probably got kids who don't know who they dad is
Well, I guess my name is Beez
You better get that sh** down to a tee like you saying it backwards
Stay in your lane or get hit by this traffic
Man enough with the blabberin', back to stuntin'
I'm fly, I smoke, sh**, I must be a dragon
All about my money, yeah, I stay Mr. Krabs-in'
I go hard, let's get that sh** established
Pull up in a big body whip, it's your a** again
A trunk got 12s like 6th grade cla**es
Dropping sh** easy like I just ate laxatives
I eat rappers, I just ate half of 'em
The sh** I write go hard on accident
My pin game, one word, n***a: insane
My flow could be cleaner if I had time to vacuum it
(Had time to vacuum it [3x])
[Verse2]
Man, I swear to God, I could do this all day, n***a
My EP, did you peep it? It's the (shh!) like trying to keep a secret
Yes, I curse like a f**ing sailor, I don't give a f**, my n***a
Just bleep it!
s** my bleep, you mother-bleepers tweaking
Don't like my language? Blame my teacher!
(I ain't got no cla**, I be in the hallways, n***a!
I'm just trying to make it up to God game, n***a!)
Okay, n***a
Before I start punching like prom dates, n***a
Just know that all I do is win, so I don't know what an L is
Except Monte, n***a
Save your games for the arcades, n***a
I ain't no chef, but I sauté n***as
Let's be real like Ray Charles' fingers
I ball, I ball like Chauncey Billups
Mood Ontario, I'm finna k** 'em
219's in the motherf**ing building
My money's stacked to the motherf**ing rafters
LOL if you thought I was about to say "ceiling."
LOL if you thought I accept your forgiving
LOL at the people like, "Dude, stop spitting!"
Then what the f** I'm a do all day, n***a?
Look at your bum a** all day, n***a?!
I hate n***as, everything false through they teeth
I hate ninjas; I'm not me when I rap cause I hates n***as
Just kidding. Just f**ing kidding. Just motherf**ing kidding, n***a
Funny how this lame n***a spark our interest, flipping out like a gymnast
Goddamn, who is this?!
Sit on Google all day, n***a
You'll see my music k**s like Broadway, n***a
[Outro]
(Ay, my n***a, where you going? Ay, where you going? Ay?!)
Wrong way, n***a