Verse 1:
It's that Louisiana hot sauce spitter
Karma is a b**h, and yet I still f** with her
Murder flow, no crime scene, and I still f**ing k** them
These b**hes like bananas, and I still f**ing peel them
The World is cold, and these n***as still hate
I stay on my grind so It's f** you, pay me
Im feeling real crazy, these n***as com sedate me
If I don't do that, then these n***as come slay me
Plenty b**hes do many thing for recognition
Plenty hoes say they love me, I dont give em mentions
There's a fire in my heart, welcome to my hell
Mind in captivity and this soul is in its cell
Yea, I pay them mind, but I get no change
These n***as stab me in my back, and I feel no pain
And they calling, and they calling, and I hear no ring
And we throw them hoes out, but we do no flings
Chorus:
Yea, Does Lebron have his rings yet?
Yea, Have they built them tower's twins yet?
Yea, Are we getting closer to the end yet?
Yea, Or we just starting to begin it
Well I don't know, I don't know, where to go
They try to walk on top of me like my back is on the floor
Bring your girl back to you glowing more than before
Verse 2:
I'm feeling presidential, and I'm chilling with my delegate
You n***as real soft, Ima clean you like some delicates
Memphis is my city, so you know I'm always repping it
n***as plot my downfall, you motherf**ing pessimist
Yea, I'm resting sh**, laying all the hoes out
n***as see my success and all they do is cry and pout
The smoke is too loud, n***a what you talking bout
I'm throwing salt in the wound, these n***as talk and a**ume
And party b**hes OD in the bathroom
I'm calling n***as out, on the intercom
And this will be the first time like s** at your prom
Yea, I'm making love to the beat
The last thing these n***as see is the bottom of my feet
I'm running this field, but I don't ever rear cleats
These hoes trying to f**, they must be in Miami Heat
Chorus