[Intro]
Ha, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I’m feelin’ like
They got sick and tired of me, bein’ that ni**a, right
I’m feelin’ like
She ain’t really tired of me, she still came to spend the night
Yeah, she know the difference between me and all these ni**as, right
Love to hear Tiller sing, but when she hurt/heard Tiller, right
Everything Tiller say
She said, “Damn, why you trippin’ off, all these ni**as anyway
All these ni**as in the way?”
Call me whеn these ni**as get thеir pants back
We can begin rap or we can pretend that
He never said that, he get his head back
He get his life spared, I’m tellin’ these ni**as I’m somethin’ like nightmare, I’m
All in his conscious, you better watch this
Rappin’ like I’m in the ’96, ni**a, I promise
Cut off the nonsense, or
I’m comin’ with my diss, I’m comin’ with hot breeze
That’s when I rap for your main, send me your side b*tch
Yeah, on some fly sh*t
I like to shine the crown before I close my eyelids
I’m around (Yeah)
If ni**as want the smoke then I’m in, yeah
[Chorus / Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They don’t want smoke with me, nah, ah
I tried to tell ’em that will never end well
They can tell I had enough (Yeah), I had enough (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Can’t convince me that I am not the coldest
Matter fact, transcended that
b*tch, I feel frozen, I feel timeless
I feel like Boston, fu*k bein’ modest
From bein’ honest
I hit ni**as with silence and I’m still the hardest
Word to Pootie Tang, how this [?]
Need a Gucci bag to hold this garments (Yeah, yeah)
fu*k with you, just [?] won’t regard it, b*tch
[Outro]
Things get crazy, can’t be lazy
fu*k you, pay me
If you got a problem with the sh*t that I’m sayin’
Just say my fu*kin’ name