[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I'm chasing dollars like Suga Mama and Papi
Bussing through these busters and I dare someone to stop me
Not a man lover, BUT I get a little co*ky
When I think to myself; "my bars are getting kinda stocky"/
Supreme flow, try to put me in a box
Please don't, my tolerance for that bull is mad low
If that makes you kinda mad...I'm sorry bro
If you're feeling froggy then LEAP, but you're a tadpole/
Popular opinion says I am an a**-hole
But I'm not though, I just say NO to bad hoes
Because their coochie's hella dirty like where gra** grows
I'd rather the blunt, "puff, puff and pa** yo!"/
I like to munch a bunch of snacks
When I'm smacked in the back of the trap
And pop packs of pain meds to handle all the weight upon my back
Because I got a big-head
When my sh** spread across the internet
But now I'm trying to get bread
You never get the facts if you listen to what he said, and she said
And even what the priest said/
Go to the source to get your in-fo
I'm dickin' every beat that I get
Lyrical nympho
I been dope, I pimp hoes for info about their bestfriends to see if I can hit yo
And when I-hit-I-leave 'cos I ain't here for emotions
I just consider that body a..win yo/
YOUR wins are low because I'm baggin' like a Food Lion
You think you're makin' hits? Little homie keep trying
I'm a smooth criminal...you see my feet gliding?
Weak rhymers get a little jealous when I breeze by 'em/
[Verse 2]
'94 Bed-Stuy...born as a go-getter
Brownsville raised...my dad was a dope dealer
Smoked with Meth-od Man, bumped Ghost k**a
I give it to you straight, I'm laced with no filler
Mo' realer than a TV dinner, I'm going like Ka-Zaam...
You want something fresh? Then here I am
Big Sean said the skies the limit? Well-damn...
I been aiming at the moon and praying I don't land/
(on the)
Sharp criticism that people giving
'Cos they don't really like the way I'm spitting
They never listen to what I have to say
So let us pray, let us pray
That tomorrow is a better day, a better day/
I'm aiming for 100k by the end of May
I ain't trying to see the inside of prison gates
And it remains, it remains
By the end of this? Everybody's gonna know my damn name/
[Chorus](2x)
A-to the C-E, (2x)
Doin' what I'm doin' like i'm doin' it for tv (2x)
Doin' what you can't and I make it look easy