[Chorus] 4x
Get the f** out of my face!
Kick rocks with no shoes or socks/
Get away from me, be gone; leave me alone/
[Verse 1]
Do you really wanna know what grinds my gears?
Them whack a** rappers that come up at me
Demanding a free beat babbling in my ear
Talkin bout yo flow is impeccable, you be stacking and mackin money
You finna sign a deal with Universal and got some cutty
Bragging about a single on the radio; being chummy
But you don't wanna pay for the instrumental
Ha! You funny
Then they wanna get mad at me
Telling me that they could easily get a beat for the low, low
Well then why you comin at me for?
Well I was gone shout you out and give you some promo
I can do all that myself
If you ain't talkin cake, then stop Jeffin;
Get up out my face, impeding on my wealth
And don't hit me up on facebook, twitter, soundcloud, or gmail
Like yo tracks be so smooth, but soon as I give the prices you turn tail
Yet yo verses consist of j**elry, cars, or clothes
Or you be gettin trippy off of the purple kush
Sippin liquor with skinny b**hes;
Claimin that you f** them hoes
So don't be comin at me thinking you about to get a Smoove track for the free
You better get with a stupid n***a because Ima tell you F-U Pay Me
Typical rappers like you hinder my paper chase
So if you ain't tryina pay up; ay..
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm sick of these garbage rappers that keep on askin me
With alacrity, if I could spit a verse rapidly
I give em apathy, cause my rhapsody ain't for free
And the songs they give me practically sound like tragedies
I don't got time for incompetent lyricist that persist to spit
With an alchemist of syllables and rhythms cause you can't spit for sh**
Back up and get out of my face if you bringing negativity to me
Cause I don't wanna be surrounded by loony mothaf**as
That wanna be coming to get in my area, bringing a n***a down with the wickedness you pursue
Because I'm bout to eliminate everybody that wanna hate on me
Tellin me that I will never make it and jealous of me
My tolerance level is low
I don't wanna talk about it if it ain't money or music hoe
I ain't tryina be bothered with cancerous n***as in my space
So I'ma tell you straight up, ay
[Chorus til end]