Chorus:
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard
Verse 1:
Hate up South side man tryna make it big
You on the outside homie, see you looking in
I'm all about mines, wicked with the pen and pad
And its about time, I'm bringing in that thriller sh**
Iller than most coming in the battlefield
They walking in, straight away, from me getting k**ed
Feel offended when Crayzee be talking on the reals
In the end, they get that 9 - 5 for dollar bills
Still got it going like I'm running through the red lights
Know what I'm doing, going levels in my head like
Can't no one touch me, I'm something on the edge high
Stay medicated, red rag on my head tied
Prepared for the worse, been came from the dirt
Sticking to my rhymes, come blazed to the church
Then I ain't playing, get straight into work
Never take an L, do my thang in a verse
My brain full of perks, yeah I brainstorm
Every other full of sh**, man I'm straight raw
Always get that home run, like it baseball
But for you I got a bat, to show your face form
End up lying in a morgue, body ice cold
I be living celebrating, when the nights on
In the city where the party at, I might go
See your girl wit all her b**hes, in her tight clothes
Chorus:
Verse 2:
I'll speak to you dearly, never compare me
They probably say to themselves that they can hear me
Thats coolin' me up I'm early
Hairs up and perky, I'm ready to go get my earnings
I'm bursting you learning to take it to me, you just swerving it off you can take it
Complaining from pops
Cutie walks in see them licking there chops, now they waiting for you to jump off
See thats a little too much
Cold hands I'ma warm up
See my Goons they go all up
Yeah I hold it down wit who I grew up
Cause I think they all gave out , they gon' stay out
They probably gon' Cray, Cray now
You fazing out, you thinking that you crazy now?
Well Dartanion gon' be smiling bout yo safety now (bleh)
Chorus:
Verse 3:
How you not like me. I'm the one you wanna be
But you the one the wannabe. I ain't mad cause I do sh**
Ain't nobody bother me. Make your shawty wanna leave
Cause she seeing all the movement. Like Mr Khaled got the keys
Like Stephen Curry with the 3's. Get it in at any means
Too good wit the wordplay. Getting high up wit the trees
Got the fire for the streets, got life from the East
Not worried bout mine, no signed for defeat
My rhymes hella beast, my style got the heat
You the one to be in body bags, died from the beef
High five, I'm the gold mine, for the dope rhymes
I shine, get you all blind, s**a no lie
Cloud 9, I be so high, with the bros like…
No time for the false guys or the phone line
Fuxk problems, all I'm really wanting is the dollars
All this be a hobby but it came up with the stardom
Take it to the finish, meaning everything I started
Cold hearted, I'm a menace from the bottom
Flying beating gravity, crying cause you mad at me
Tryna buy time at the studio, I get it free
Smile on my enemies, prime I'm the recipe
When I die, know that people gon' remember me
Chorus:
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still I work hard
Talk about… sh** that you don't like…
Been doing this my whole life… still it bang hard