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....