I Come from bad circles where ni**as a plot on you
Haters hate an size on you my ni**as a pop on you
Chicken scratch, pumping my pen an my style on you
Got ya head bopping is it my beat or my flow soulful
Whole costal I know you, I'm tryna raise up from my local
Brooklyn city I told you, I'm buzzing now I got a gold tooth
And I gotta be social, my ni**as love me I'm the go to
Motherf*cker they love I keep it real but I done told you
Who the poser motherf*cker show me
I did this on my lonely slowly making tunes an I build a buzz as a little shorty
Surely I been working hard
I'm tryna ignite my flows and flows
And get my sk** up to a rapping god
I Just hustle my way to the top cuz I got to
Cuz I be doing my thing
I don't got no limit so wait....
Tell me why you hate though
Cuz I be doing my thing
Cuz I be doing my thang....
Everything is really factual
So bad for you mother s**ers
Who talk all that gibberish now it's stuck on you
n***as won't even f** wit you
Now ya luck is invalid to
Everything that you worked so hard simply just turned they back on you
Back in tune in a rappin tune
Every breath is a rap in loop
If you get it, it baffles you
Dissed you and you ain't notice who
Hmmp
Got you stuck in a maze
My lyric scheme got you think back rewind what I say
I feel so lame in my brain, when I was stuck in the stage
And wasted time wit these b**hes that just got in my way
Never did sh** for me always got in my face
Tried to fight me like a ni**a what the f** is the case
Am I dealing wit a hoe-ish broad
Or s*ut b**hes think they know it all
Or should I shut my mouth and igg it all
Or chris brown all these f**ing broads
Or blow the top off of my roof until I k** over and meet my god
I Just hustle my way to the top cuz I got to
Cuz I be doing my thing
I don't got no limit so wait....
Tell me why you hate though
Cuz I be doing my thing
Cuz I be doing my thang....