(Hook)
Motherf**er w'sup
Motherf**er motherf**er w'sup
I remember when you wasn't really showing no love
Now how many motherf**ers all up on my nuts
Motherf**er, motherf**er, motherf**er W'sup
(Verse 1)
Remember sittin' in the car with my bro
Told me I should get a job before I end up broke
And if I turned on my song then, you better bet he'd be turning it off
Told me I should be more realistic, man the thought alone made me sick
sh** always been the misfit don't get it twisted
I'm only here from hard work alone
Just listen to my first f**ing song and anyone can peep I'm not really meant to be here
And when I leave here, I'm letting you know
Man I'm letting ya know
(Hook)
Motherf**er w'sup
Motherf**er motherf**er w'sup
I remember when you wasn't really showing no love
Now how many motherf**ers all up on my nuts
Motherf**er, motherf**er, motherf**er W'sup
(Verse 2)
When you take things for granted
The things that you're granted, get taken
Understand what a young brother makin' 'for you hit the gram witch'ya 2 cent hatred
I should be in bed right now, but I'm in my den with a pen till the AM
Could be in the pen right now, but I made a mends to show my friends you could make it
Let me say sh**, conversations don't mean a thing 'less you bringing elevation
Now they want they're hands shaken
Ha, ha, ha
(Backing Vocals)
Wsup my darlin'
Wsup (oh)
Wsup my darlin'
Wsup (oh)
(Hook)
Motherf**er w'sup
Motherf**er motherf**er w'sup
I remember when you wasn't really showing no love
Now how many motherf**ers all up on my nuts
Motherf**er, motherf**er, motherf**er W'sup
(Backing Vocals)
Motherf**er W'sup
Motherf**er W'sup
Motherf**er W'sup
Got Don all up in the cut
Now we hollin' W'sup
W'sup
[Outro]
Submarine flows homie sh** gets deep
Can't believe these hoes and all the sh** they speak
I keep my circle so tight it's getting harder to breach
And my schedules so tight I'm getting harder to reach now
At the moment I ain't no where I don't wanna be
I shine bright through a pile of the wanna bee's
Unless it's in bed I'll never let a b**h on top of me
New world order, ordered chronologically
These days there ain't much that y'all got on me
I see you copied my style well that's a robbery
I keep it live like I'm kickin' with anomaly b**hes they think they fly but really they're just economy
We're way too hyped over stars, not astronomy
Still motherf**' a b**h no misogyny
Take a chance, no lottery
Motherf**er man they're ain't no stopping me