[Produced by Soulja Boy]
[Eastbound and Down sample]
The only thing I'm seeing that I'd like to put an amend on, is perhaps a little more room for the fixins. You know what I'm talking about?
Ooooh, we're gonna have a lot of fixins?
We're gonna have so many f**ing fixings up in this motherf**er. This sh**'s gonna go through the roof! Ooh, goddamn, I'm sh**tin gold these days
[Verse One: P-Stunna]
The haters, the racists, debatin my basis, no label will label me
I barely exist to you n***as, so please tell me how can you hate on me?
Switchin up the flow because I ain't never own Versace
When you cop the Carmines in May you also better make sure you cop me
Dirty south more than a phrase where I was raised
Come from dirt poor, I'll guarantee you'll be amazed
Think I'm just another whiteboy born to riches
But I'm from the 407, they don't raise no b**hes
Your perception of Orlando is a little screwed up
There's a difference between Disney and where I grew up
I ain't trying to brag, I am not from the hood
I'm just tired of you f*gs saying my life was always good
Sorry Mrs Spydar for so much sh** talk
I sincerely apologize for callin you a thot
I was angry
Now I feel like everybody wanna chain me
So now I will claim thee
Inferior to me
PSM superiority
Pro Vision up in this
My motives none of your business
You career I will finish
Before my flame is diminished
Got a little notoriety
Now Clip wanting to fire me
Cause I be actin co*ky
Don't knock me
I'm just tired G
Of all the bullsh** you be puttin me through
So i celebrate success, it ain't the wrong thing to do
Nameless spark the blunt, now it got me faded
f** it I'm celebratin like
n***a we made it
n***a we made it
Young Clip stunt on these haters
[Eastbond and Down sample]
I don't know why people keep telling me to slow down. Seems like motherf**ers should be shuttin the hell up and enjoying the show
[Verse Two: Tha Clip]
Back from the celebration, the funny thing is that I'm from celebration
Moved to O-Town all day, that's where we gonna stay after we finally made it
The haters, the racists, got multiple faces, but show me the ugly ones
The hatin cause one day my house gon be so spacious and they ain't gon fill it up
Don't mess with the best or the next thing you do will be countin yo blessings
Sent my n***a a text and that's all that I need to teach you all a lesson
We hustle, straight flexin, eat rappers for breakfast but food's a necessity
We ain't never restin but anything's better than workin concession
I try not to go too hard or Imma get charged with a**ault and battery
Don't claim that you ball n***a step off and get back to bath salts and lathering
PSM is the best in Orlando I think that I deserve a certificate
You n***as can't handle us, handling n***as got us in the business
So mature for my age, it's amazing, 13 and I was already shavin
The difference between me and others my age is that I ain't gettin lazy
I fear all my peers are just here to get baked and no that's not okay
Don't blame me but that's not the green I'm trying to make
Cause I'm trynna make stacks of the paper
Stacks of the paper
Gotta get up these leaves somebody get me a rake
[?] flapjacks and my bacon
And I'm workin on the rules, call it manual labor
Love the rap game, this is manual labor
And fortunately it's working in my favor
I favor the flavor of haters now savor it
Quickly my label, don't be a favorite
Y'all don't feel like you made us, it's all because OTS stunt on these haters
Y'all don't feel like you made us, it's all because OTS stunt on these haters