Lately I been on my f**in sh**
It's no competition who f**in with me
This rap sh** I run it
I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me
I want the royalty
I want the loyalty
Puttin up money for layer fees
Cause I know me man I got a bad temper
Put one these rap n***as right in a blender
PNB I'm who they'll always remember
Cause I be k**in sh**
I spit the realest sh**
Cause I done did this sh**
I'm on that different sh**
Copy right off my sh**
These n***as stealin sh**
I been feelin like 2pac and sh**
A-a-all eyes on me yeah they watchin sh**
Study my moves tryna see what I do
Like how df he get so poppin quick?
Got alotta sh** that's on my mind
Got-got alotta sh** that's on my plate
Got-gotta feed the fam gotta feed the hood
So I'm up and down that interstate
Doin shows, havin different meetings
In the studio,i been barely sleepy
Smokin all this dope,i been barely eatin
And it's different city every f**in weekend
I'm ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
I go in the booth and make it happen
It's amazin how this sh** just happened
Finessed a track without no f**in practice
Lately I get in the booth and I cook up a hit
I'm rollin I really can't miss
These b**hes they all on my dick cause they know that I'm bout to be rich
I'm bout to be rich
I'm bout to be rich
Blowing money on stupid sh**
Me and my n***as strapped up in a ragtop
But we all on that ruthless sh**
b**hes I'm pickin and choosin sh**
I'm hittin b**hes and tools and sh**
I swear my life on some movie sh**
Bout to call chop up to shoot this sh** damn
"Aye chop get the motherf**in camera ready n***a
We finna make a movie n***a"
"Where my motherf**in dope at n***a? roll that sh** up"
Cash rules everything around me
So you know I keep that thing around me
Real n***a yeah they stay around me
f** n***as stay the f** from round me
I'm bout to go to miami
Cop a new lay for the grammys
I'm cashin out with my family
f** you you ain't with the family
Wh-when I come through better cuff ya b**h
Cause I'm they type of n***a that'll f** ya b**h
Sang to the p**y do my thang to the p**y
And we can get into some other sh**
Got guns got clips you ain't duckin sh**
This for all them p**y n***as on that s**a sh**
God damn lil homie why you love the b**h?
You gon die for the p**y? well f** it then
Shot with the mack with the rubber grip that mean it ain't no more rumblin
He gon come through and start cuttin sh**
Plus we got kev in the cut and sh**
Damn!