(Intro)
I got
b**hes galore
Money galore
Still I want more
Still I want more (x3)
(verse 1)
I got b**hes galore
Still pa**ed out on the floor
Fire in my eyesz
They look like burning meteors
f** the fancy metaphors
What I got to be fancy for
What you know bout
4 o clock
Feds kicking in the door
I'm off of the hinges
That's words from my missus
I'm a man on a mission
Like a soldier in the trenches
OGs was my influence and I was just an apprentice
I learned to never trust a b**h
Cause they got hidden agendas
And it's hard to be aware
Of the fake
When change like a b**hes hair
Different weaves
With tricks up they sleeves
And if every nigha a Indian
Who the f** is the chief
So let me be the relief
To the ones who feeling grief
Cause originality deceased
And copying increased
Impostors
So many plotters
I need some choppas
A couple a shottas
Who shoot for brains
When they aim
So ain't no need for a doctor
(melodic)
Just identify and keep it moving
By switching up you n***as is proven
Too many snakes and rats where the humans
Facades and frauds you nighas living illusions
Ugh
(Hook)
Used to be trapping out the store
But I needed more
Wanted riches galore
Wanted b**hes galore
Wanted Coke from the border
Straight from Cuba over water
Beware of this k**er author
f** fame
I'm out for slaughter
Too much money ain't enough
You think I'm fake call my bluff
And u don't ask around to see if I'm really tough
As you you run
I'll bet you that gun bust
Bah!