[Intro}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a f**
Whatever
Let's do it
[Verse 1]
I'm on like your television set in the morning
I'm on like the Pacers in the net when they scoring
These haters steady snoring why they think my rap is boring
I'm fresh, these other motherf**ers rigamortis
I'm winning, they think I'm a villian
I show no forgiveness, you aim with the clip in
I bring out the visciousness, splitting them dividends
You was forgetting him, but I still murder the beat as in k**ing it
No methamphetamine, smoking the heavy green, know that you feeling it
God damn
Beat up the beat so they need to be healing it
Switch it up, I be amping up the wattage
And I bang out, IU, 3 like Christian Watford
I'm a beast, a f**ing God, it don't matter what you calling it
Last name is Cherry so you know I'm on the top of it
Topping it off, hopping around
Up in the cut and I'm making the sound
Flexing on haters, I put in my work, when I get that compensation
Reciprocate it while keeping it elevated
The game's like a plate of food, know I'm boutta make it, I'm eating hoe
(Haha, hold up, hold up)
[Chorus]
(And, and, and this is what I said)
Uh, why the f** they lying
If they ain't no cat then the motherf**er's dying
I don't show no mercy to a fake motherf**er
Who's hating on me, undercover
[Verse 2]
Ask em why, why, why are you hating him?
I got the sturdiness, I'm standing while they caving in
I'm bathing in the greatness that I see inside my mind's eye
Working on the plan, hit them from the blind side
Take the bad sh**, put it in the hindsight
Take a bad b**h home, go night night
Hit it like a nail, never going to jail
Except for paying fines when I was lying right outside of Wells
So trashed, but I never do the garbage
You say your life is difficult, but you don't know what hard is
Neither do I, don't front if you ain't sh**
Then you gonna get roasted, fried, toasted, and baked, sh**
Lying in bed, mind in the head
Spirit is delirious, I'm flying ahead
I know I'm heaven sent from the UPS
Got a package for the earth, I'mma do my best
Watch yourself, when I'm hopping out the Honda
When I smoked that motherf**er like I'm smoking on the ganja
But I whipped that motherf**er to the d**h
And I'm whipping up the dope sh**, you know that I'm the best
[Chorus]
Why the f** they lying
If they ain't no cat then the motherf**er's dying
I don't show no mercy to a fake motherf**er
Who's hating on me, undercover
[Verse 3]
Bi-Birds chirping while I'm channel surfing
Keep flicking like the wicker in my candle burning
Puzzled, so I wonder if I got a purpose
I put in work I should get some f**ing reimbursement
Life ain't easy, or black and white like checkerboards
It ain't a referee, but I should set the score
And then I'll rig it like a Belichick
Maybe f** around, get signed, for the hell of it
But, for now I'm sipping Gatorade
Serving up lyrical filets on my paper plates
Keep up the hate, I'm working for the porcelain
And I'm hoping that I never come up short again