PnB Rock - Aftermath lyrics

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!